With quarantine and all, I’ve been sad about what I’m missing during my truncated time at UCI, and most of all, how my senior year won’t go as expected. I look at my pictures from my first year at UCI, and I regret focusing on what I didn’t have. I don’t want to repeat the same mistake, so I will write about the things in my life I’m thankful for. This will be structured in a letter to myself format.Continue reading
I’ve recently found a new hobby: computers. Not that I wasn’t into computers in the past, but I’ve taken initiative to learn about hardware and operating systems. I just built my own gaming computer to fit my needs (it runs a Radeon 5600 XT), and I have plans to do things with my Raspberry Pi, Arduinos, some hand-me-down laptops, and VirtualBox. Yesterday, my uncle gave me 2 old laptops, a Vista and an XP. I took my old Vista HDD from my broken Compaq and plugged it in. Turns out, it’s bootable! But god, there are sooo many relics I found. Continue reading
I wish you could tell me what was going on with you. I wish I knew if you were in pain. I wish I could fix everything that was hurting you.
I wish I knew why you couldn’t go upstairs the other night. Why did you stand at the food of the stairs, looking up at me with longing eyes? I don’t want to believe your legs are going bad or that your hips have started to succumb to the Great Dane fate.
I wish I knew why you had to go outside so much at night. I don’t want to think that you’re about to become incontinent. I wish I knew why you pooped while sleeping, and just laid there, resigned. I don’t want this to be the beginning, I just want this to be an accident.
I wish I knew that the lumps and growths on your body were benign. That the ever-growing ball on your long leg wasn’t malignant and signaled something worse. That the sore on your back that struggles to heal hasn’t grown and gotten worse since I left for school last September.
I wish you had a longer lifespan, that I wouldn’t have to worry about your decline at the age of 9. I know I’ve worried about you gaining weight because you eat so much, maybe because you’ve had depression, but I hope you never stop eating. Because if you stop, then I’ll know.
Remember when you were a baby, and I held you and cried? I was 13 and I cut myself for the first time, and I looked at you and felt guilty. I promised you I would never do it again. I know I broke that promise, 8 years later, and 2 more times after that, but I promise I’ll stop if you stay with me at least until I graduate. There’s been so many times I’ve wanted to kill myself while I was away at school or back when I was in Israel, but the thought of seeing you and Jackie one more time kept me going.
I’m not ready for you to leave, yet, Rio. I love you so much. I love seeing how excited you get when dad comes home or I have chicken bones in my hands. I love seeing you lick and groom Jackie’s face because you’re her mother. I love watching you catch food in the air. I love playing with your belly and lightly kicking you like a soccer ball.
I’m not ready to lose you, yet, Rio. What will I tell Jackie? She looks up to you so much, and I know she loves you. I’m not ready to be there, in the vet office with you, and holding you as the clock ticks and you breathe your last breath.
But I know it will come eventually. And if it’s now, I’ll be grateful that I was home to be here with you. I promise, Rio. When you’re ready to go, I’ll be there every step of the way, and I’ll make sure you’re not alone. I’ll make sure you have the best last day ever. That you will eat all the cheese you’d like, all the milk bones to chew on, and all the love you’ll need in the afterlife.
As I read through the dreams and journals I wrote back in 2012, I think about how much I’ve grown. Continue reading
The final one. Good thing I wrote 12 posts. It’s evenly distributed among these 4 posts I’m making now. By the looks of it, this one isn’t as juicy. What a shame. Would’ve been nice to end this series on a high note.
Oh boy, these bucket list things are getting worse! Let’s jump in. Continue reading
Found some of the older entries in my private Tumblog. Let’s get started.
When I was 14, I started making a bucket list of things I wanted to happen, so I’d like to reflect on them now, as a 22 year old.
I think back to how much I wanted freedom as a teenager. I was too scared to drive, and my only way out of the house was with my then-boyfriend (and even so, my mom bitched about it…) Reading these reminds me how I wanted to get out and do things and how much internal misogyny I had. I’m glad to say that I have significantly more freedom and significantly less internal misogyny today. Continue reading
I’m updating my About Page, so here I am documenting what it said before Continue reading
I’m writing to you from the comforts of my parent’s house. I wish I was at my apartment, but my parents insist that I stay with them in case I get super sick. And in some ways, I think they’re right. I have had a cough for all of quarantine now (which may be related to taking Wellbutrin, since this happened last time I took it), and yesterday I started sneezing. I went to two markets and two drug stores within the last few days, so I put myself at risk.