Now That the Introductions are Over...



I will preface my posts (this is Brian, by the way) with the above GIF so that you, the reader, may better differentiate between Shirley and I to avoid confusion (ie, why is Shirley talking about *insert random sport/car/lewd joke involving male genitalia*). Why the image of one cartoon figure beating another with his own stomach? It amuses me, that's why. Also, Shirley didn't write a proper farewell because she doesn't love you guys. ;)

I'm sitting here, wondering what to write. I feel like I'm a house-sitter; I've been trusted with the keys and given instructions to water the plants, collect the mail, and keep the damn cat off the oh-so-expensive furniture. So this is the dilemma that is posed to me: should I be a good boy and house-sit, or do I call my buddies over to shoot a porno in her bedroom with a hooker that I hired with the change that I found in the couch?

I'll be a good boy for now and water the plants. Shirley is gone for a while, after all, so there's plenty of time for lewdness later on.

How about some self-exposition? I am a walking Asian stereotype. I do well academically (especially in math, but I haven't taken a math course since first year), I aspire/am parentally-pressured to be a doctor, I am naturally introverted, and my parents owned a Chinese restaurant in a small, town dominated by WASPs. It is the latter that most defines me as a person; your outlook on life gets a little warped when you grow up in a place that doesn't know the meaning of "politically-correct."

I obviously exaggerate. I met many great, kind, and friendly people there, but like most things in life, it's the exceptions that stick out in my mind. It's the rednecks that hurled racial epithets and heavy objects at me, it's the feeling of being different and never being able to fit in with the dominant culture, it's the wanting of a better environment in which to grow and learn and play.

I tend to be a non-confrontational person, so I dealt with these issues by not doing so. I am so incredibly chill, relaxed, and unfazable today because I've become a Vulcan in many ways. It takes a lot to make me angry, upset, hate, love, or even to merely care about something. I see this as a Very Bad Thing; I'd like to be more passionate about everything and anything, but breaking down years of psychological barriers takes so much work. :(

But anyways, I think the plants are well-watered by now. It's time to cave-in to parental pressure and study for the MCAT.

--Brian
7:45 pm