Mon Papa

So as of late I've been really tired and haven't been felling to great. Just imagine a person who usually spends a lot of time on her computer and then all of a sudden barely touches it, yeah that's me. I'm seeing my doctor on Friday to see what wrong.

Anyway me and my Dad are very close, like I am with my immediate family. My Dad and I how ever share many similar interest, the main one being Design. He is a professional designer and just so happens to teach at my school. So needless to say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree (not to mention I'm majoring in his field.) But he and I are also big apple dorks, Broadway nerds, gleeks, and he was into Harry Potter before I was. So we always talk about that stuff together, especially Harry Potter stuff. He helped me convince my grandmother to read the series, which she's currently reading in french and loving! Loving so much so that she isn't waiting for me to read them first (in french). My dad was the reason I decided to take french all the way through high school, since it was his mother-tonge and I knew how important it was to him that I get a basic french education. Neither my mom or my brother had read the series so before the last movie came out we could have discussions and they would be cluesless as to what we were talking about which was always fun.

Anyway the last fun thing I did with my dad? Well because of the summer I've had we've all been pretty chilled at my house, but my dad and I do take the subway home together. He works near my school and so on days that my classes finished close to when he finishes work we'd ride the subway. Sometimes talking the whole way sometimes not. Also the last time I went to the MOMA in New York, my mom and brother got bored waiting for me and my dad to we split up, walking the museum with him was so much fun cause he point out things and we usually have the same taste in art, and the same snarky comments. So yeah, my dad and I just kinda hang out together, we have a special connexion and I love him very much and I know he loves me too.

Any who I don't know if this is normal, but then again I'm sick sick and a lot of my habits have gone back to when I was little (like wanting my mommy in some exam rooms.) Anyway I'm going to lie down now but with my daddy in his bed, like I did when I was little.

Miah