first-world problems

My parents care about me. I know that. They want the best for me, and I know that too. They don't mean any harm when they scold or yell or lecture me, and I realize that.
And yet, even with all of these realizations, it's hard for us to communicate, and I know most out of all of this that this is as much my fault as it is theirs.

saturday

Outline of my day, because I'm far too tired to write a full-on text post:

• Woke up in the morning and cleaned my room. 
• Went to SFO at noon to pick up old family friends from Massachusetts
• Talked to family friend about her experience as a clinical psychiatry researcher at Harvard
• Ate dinner at Fatima's 
• Bought a total of six PMTs from TapEx, felt like a fatass carrying all of those bags back to the restaurant
• Went to Santana Row and stared at dogs. Did not enter a single shop except for Mai Do, and that doesn't even sell clothing
• Bought gifts for family friend's sons.
• Stood in line for Pinkberry
• Bought a total of 8 small froyos. Felt like a fatass carrying four bags of frozen yogurt around.
• Came home and legs hurt like crazy.
• Caught up with two old buddies.
• "Busty Poser"
• This is such a damn boring post. I'll rewrite it later.

story of my life

I'm much too lazy to actually add anything to this blog for now, so have a comic instead. 

So. A New Blog.

* I wrote this over a year ago, when I first started trying out the concept of blogging strictly on my own terms. In some ways, I suppose it still applies. While I'd feel incredibly stupid if I ever wrote anything with so many digressions again, at the very least, I love how I was so unafraid to let my personality shine through in this entry.

Look what I've found

aka my column for my epic application...i basically argued a point i didn't agree with, but it was fun nonetheless. it certainly opened my mind.


As life changes to fit the volatile needs of modern society, both men and women alike are given opportunities for a more ideal destiny. Unfortunately, if each one of my male companions is an accurate representation of your average Joe set out to rule the planet, the only future I’ll have after graduation will be in the kitchen, producing what seems to be the recent object of every guy’s affections – a sandwich.