So as you can tell from the analogy of the ping pong game going on inside my head, my mind has been in quite a frenzy...trying to find the rational solution to my dilemma. In reality, it's just one of those things that simply takes you on a different turn though it could you lead you right back to where you were before. Like those books who's endings you can choose, except in this case, it's more like a beginning.
Well, I could tell you what side of the court the ball is on today, but then again, it could change tomorrow. So I should spare your joining in the ping pong match...it must be awkward for those who inevitably hear each day what side the ball is on. I mean who doesn't think it's awkward to watch someone play ping pong by themselves!
So in the evening after we all had dinner, a yummy Polish dinner mind you, my cousins decided that I should take a spin at the wheel they have to decide my fate (it's kinda like the eight ball). This was after it was suggested that I pluck a poor daisy until I get to the last petal...however, I decided against it because first of all, I like daisies and second of all, if I go through one, I will probably not stop there and before Washington knows it, all its daisies will be gone. So I spun this wheel with not a bit of seriousness and seriously this is how it went:
Q. Should I stay? A. Yes
Q. Should I go? A. No
Q. Should I do all my classes and work, doing it all here? A. Go for it! (Yes, I almost positive there was an exclamation point)
Q. Will I survive all that? A. Thumbs up (this answer I am not satisfied with...I could die with my thumbs somehow pointing up...this answer was too vague as you can see)
Then I think the wheel got a little tipsy, not that it got any wine...but then the question was whether I'd come back (given that I leave of course), and it answered 'happy hour' (no exclamation points oddly enough).
So we went ahead and obeyed at this point and had a happy hour. Well, only the adults had the wine, but we all played cards, actually Garbage, and had a very happy several hours (much to poor tia's dismay...she had spoken against movie-watching because it'd get too late, but Garbage turned out to be quite a long game we had to cut it short).
Well, we've been joking that nothing will be certain until I get on the plane...but at this rate, it seems even then I could always get off...hehe!!! Poor tios are getting a taste of serious, deep thinker Rosy. Hehe...well they've survived thus far, I think they will make it just fine!
Shout out to all my friends and the lovies and the mamas and the papas and little baby all whom I miss very much and hope to see very, very soon!!! Let me just finishing plucking this daisy...
Just kidding!
Love,
Rosy
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Rosy rosy... whatever you decide will be the right decision :)
(How do you like that cop-out? :P)
However, whatever you do, you must promise to come and visit me in my crazy city... maybe I'll come to visit you too, but it would make it easier if everyone I wanted to see was in Phoenix and not scattered about... just throwing a curve into your ping pong game ;)
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