It's 5 p.m. and I'm still at Galveston, just hangin until I can go home, and meet Aaron to go see Dodgeball. Great game, but I'm leery about the movie.

I woke up at 5 a.m. this morning in order to get to some orientation thing at 7 a.m., which, I had thought would be a nice break from work, but ended up being the most painful torture I have almost ever been through. The only thing worse was the Hanson concert, which is also connected to the Most Embarassing Moment of my ENTIRE life. Remind me to tell you about that later.

Anyways, yeah, orientation. What is it with Asian people and their inability to diversify themselves? So I walk in, and I'm one of the first people there, and so I sit at a table by myself, seeing as all the other tables are sparsely taken up by middle-agers. So the tables start filling up, and first, this girl sits down, who looks about my age (I find out later that she is actually still in H.S.), and then this dude sits down, the first Asian of the eventual flood. But he looks pretty cool, and funny, so I don't think anything of it. Then, as the room continues to fill, I see this Asian woman walk past our table and put her stuff down at another table and then walk out again, giving us a long hard look as she walks by. And I can spot them a mile away. I thought to myself, "Good thing she already put her stuff down b/c she's exactly the kind of Asian to want to sit with only OTHER asians."--FOBish, can't speak English well, badly dressed, and MOST telling of all the signs, a barely describable posture that says, she is insecure, unsure, and yet, quite willing to look down on people of other races. But apparently even I underestimated her capabilities as an OWN-RACE-HANGER-ON, because when she came back into the room, she sat down next to me. Only ten minutes later did she get up to get her stuff from the other table. Wierd, right? Oh it does not stop there. Then, this other woman, slightly less FOBish looking than the other sits down next to her, and they start talking in Chinese together. By this time, I am resigned to my fate for the day, because when some other college-age Asian girl walks up, I am moving my stuff out of her way before she even asks, "Is anyone sitting there?"

Ugh. And that's not it either. I'm not one to stereotype, and you can contradict me if you want, I'll accept that I do criticize more than some quite angelic people I know, but can I help it if I see things in people that bother me? I mean, I will give anyone a fair chance, but one trait that I hate in people, esp. in Asians, b/c they do it so much, is their inability to relate to other races. Dude, I can't tell you how many times I've heard a first generation, late-middle-aged Asian person call an African American a "black ghost," in translation.

Anyways, let me continue. What is with some Asian kids and their total willingness to become a part of the establishment? We're young! We're in college, and we're supposed to have ideas of our own. If you're giving in to the system now, what the hell will you do when you're 60??? (other than eat at Luby's and read Reader's Digest, both of which I have happily succumbed to)

so, example: The girl sitting next to me goes to Stanford for college. And the high school girl was like, "Wow, that's really hard to get into." and that set off the other girl saying, "Well, it just depends on what you do, you have to make wise decisions. For example, I don't think my brother makes the wisest decisions..." etc. and, "They really look to see if you have a passion for something" (and by something, trust me, she meant medicine or engineering, haha) In any case, I don't remember exactly what she said, and what I have said doesn't paint a good enough picture. Let's just say she reminded me of what my dad's ideas are at 50, in the body of a 20 year old. Sickening, right? Nah, I love my dad, and I'm sure he had tons more rebellion and fun in him at 20, which is as it should be. It's just that grownups lose that after a while (I dread it, myself) and this girl must have lost it at like, 5 yrs. old to have come to such a pronounced state of loserdom.

Alright, enough of that, over and out.

Books read since the beginning of summer:



1. The River King, Alice Hoffman

2. Gerald's Game, Stephen King

3. Gothic Tales, Elizabeth Gaskell

4. Northanger Abbey, Jane Austen

5. Stephen King's IT



Movies seen:



1. Day After Tomorrow

2. Harry Potter, Prisoner of Azkaban

3. Stepford Wives

4. Supersize Me

soon to be seen: the Terminal



Summer job: UTMB summer intern.

How is it, you ask? Let's just say I miss my organic chemistry lab.



Things I have done: Michael Taksa's party, gone to Celebration Station to play video games and air hockey with Aaron, and a day of shopping with my sister and parents.



Things coming up: Warped Tour!!! (I'm skipping work to do this, b/c after all, it is summer, and summer isn't complete without a day under the blazing sun listening to some loud punk bands and occasionally getting a whiff of the puke of strangers...you think I'm kidding but I'm not.) And this year, as it might be my last year going, I'm going extra punk.

Argggghhhhh! I am thoroughly frustrated.

For anyone out there, I am now informing you that Elizabeth Gaskell's 683-page epic Wives and Daughters is... UNFINISHED!

After a week of struggling through the not-quite-interesting book, right when it's starting to pay off, and the girl is finally going to get the guy, the book just abruptly leaves off??? I mean, WTF man, WTF!!!!!!!!!!