Simply because Rassie is a combination of both my parents names. I feel like I’d be favoring one over the other if I stuck with either Carbonell or Avellano. I like Rassie because it has both their names in it. RAfael + floSSIE = Rassie.
There are a lot of things I don’t understand in this world, and you are one of them.
Sometimes I wonder if my dog knows how important she is to me. Granted she’s only a dog, but she’s always there for me. She knows me well enough when I want to be alone and when I need company. Kami, she’s my best friend, I hope I’m hers too.
What are you going to do with your life?
The one question I dread the most, simply because I actually have no idea what I’m doing with my life.
This morning I woke up forgetting it was my birthday, only when I checked my phone did I remember what exactly today was. It’s kind of strange really, I mean how is it even possible for me to forget it? For the past two decades of my life, the instant I wake up I know it’s my birthday, but today I forgot it? It just felt like any other day to be completely honest. All I did was go to school, clean my room, and eat. Aside’s from the whole cleaning my room thing and not having work, it’s just like any other day I suppose.
A few months ago I was having a discussion with Ciwan about our anniversary. To which he has absolutely no idea as to what that day is. I was telling him how he needs to remember that date in the future, he then tells me that the particular date is irrelevant to our relationship since everyday we’re together should be treated as if it’s our anniversary.
I just realized that my boyfriend is incredibly cheesey and also incredibly lazy. Oh joy, well at least I love him enough to buy that crap he says.
My grandpa is old. Not that old, but apparently he’s at that point in his life where things are fuzzy to him. He keeps walking by my room to take a peek, and then proceeds to quietly walk in my room and start pestering me about my “husband”. He keeps asking me where my “husband”, Ciwan, is. For some odd reason my grandpa thinks that I’m already married and that my “husband” has “left” me. I already tried explaining to him that 1) I am not married and that 2) Ciwan didn’t leave me and actually just went home to Holland. As much as I’d like to wish that my grandpa actually comprehended what I told him, he didn’t. And everyday for the past I don’t know how many months my grandpa asks me about the whereabouts of my husband and why he left me and that maybe I should cook something so that he’ll come back to me. It’s kind of funny and yet kind of sad at the same time.
Earlier today I was going over the names of my boyfriend’s family/friends. But like, why are kurdish/turkish names so hard to pronounce? Whenever he says them it’s freaking flawless, and I’m just sitting there like…
