Little Frustrations

My best friend called today! Was totally psyched. She has loads of vocabulary to learn, and tons of exams. Sandstorms have plagued Beijing, and she has to walk around with sunglasses. Her internet is totally bust; it only stays on like five minutes, so all she can really do is read my emails. I miss her terribly. All the little things in my life pile up and I can't tell them all to her in a ten-minute phone conversation. We need to have one of our five-hour pow-wow sessions, and that's just not possible right now. It's not like there's anything major going on in my life, but it's nice just to be able to tell someone all the trivial little issues and know that they're listening and not judging. That's very therapeutic for me. Lately I've found myself sulking more and more, acting like a petulant child and pouting at the slightest provocation. It's annoying; I even irritate myself with it sometimes, yet I can't stop myself. I think it's because I don't have an outlet for my little frustrations, so I just sulk. It's not like I don't sulk normally, but as of late, I've been doing it so much, it's gotten tired and cliched. Have to find a way to vent (blogging helps, I suppose). Pouting so much makes me feel like a little girl, a horrible one who manipulates the people around her with her emotions. That's not a good thing.

Final thought: Well, guess it's back to the origami.