Although I had been tired earlier, I went to sleep yesterday night after everybody had returned from a Thursday night outing. Simran had returned at 1:30 am and Jennifer (and her friend) had returned at 2 am. I spent two hours more reading Tobias Wolff's This Boy's Life for my English class. It reminded me mostly about my family...I think one day I'll write my own memoir.

Today was a nice little holiday that the University was indescisive about at the beginning of the year. In all insanity, I decided to go home and I called my mom to pick me up at 2:30 pm. Sigh...yet I was a little late coming out of the dorms because of the incredibly slow process of a burning a cd, which later turned into another addition to my coaster collection. It was annoying though when my mom harshly ostracized me for being ten minutes late (okay my fault). It's kinda ironic though...Carnegie says that one should always look from all perspectives which would result in constant sympathy. Then everyone can always be excused and nobody would learn their lesson. Yet...my mom admonished me repeatedly until we got onto the freeway where we sat in silence...all just because I was late. Where did the phrase "better late than never" go?
Still thinking of a trivial incident like that...makes me wonder if I am ever treated as an adult by my parents. "Noooooooooooo, you may not go out tonight. I don't want rookie drivers driving in the dark." Riiiight as if my sis and I are rookies any longer. Although technically we can say that we haven't had that much experience (my sis--a little over a year experience, me--more than two years experience)...we are not rookies! Nag nag nag. I think I want to stay in my dorm over the weekend now...yet...I won't have anything to do. Very sucky.
Yet...as Carnegie told me...they always have an excuse. Perhaps I should be sympathetic.