i promised myself i would post something insightful one of these days like christine (i said your given name, mind you, but we all know her true name begins with a 'chunk' and ends with a 'ster'). today's not it though, moving on.
i miss home. don't laugh at me, it's been three weeks! after awhile you just want to go some place where berkeley doesn't exist and well, in diamond bar, the only trace of berkeley is us, all ten or so of us. i just suddenly got that pang of missing home when i was trying to wipe the grease off our stove. it freaking wouldn't come all the way off but if i were home, not only would it had come off, but my dad would have cleaned it anyway! it's so clean at home, i swear my parents are anal. if you think i'm bad, meet mr. and mrs. clean-shao. seriously. i talked to my mom on the phone today, she called like three different times. i told her what classes i registered for and hope to register for and she gave me the usual, "i know you'll do well" and "oh, what is that about?" and "well, i said already you can do what you want but remember you need to specialize later on" and blahblahblah. remember, this is all a melange of chinese and english so indeed it sounds even more motherly. at least it's a change from whenever my dad calls. most the time it's usually "how's it goin dude?" to "it snowed in mammoth" or "are you still a psycho major?" i'm serious, my dad thinks i'm the biggest failure in the world. the two dreams he had for me really never existed. one, i quit softball after 6th grade (now i don't seem to truly understand why) so there went his dream of me being an all-american at stanford, ucla, arizona state, whatever the best softball team is in the pac10. two, i don't ever remember being interested in science so i could have never found the cure for aids. what good ol' daddy's gonna get is just some psycho comm major who will ultimately find some remote way of making him proud. maybe i'll devote my life to snowboarding. that oughta stir him up a bit.
digression! oh well, i'll call it the erika stream of consciousness for the day.
i miss home. don't laugh at me, it's been three weeks! after awhile you just want to go some place where berkeley doesn't exist and well, in diamond bar, the only trace of berkeley is us, all ten or so of us. i just suddenly got that pang of missing home when i was trying to wipe the grease off our stove. it freaking wouldn't come all the way off but if i were home, not only would it had come off, but my dad would have cleaned it anyway! it's so clean at home, i swear my parents are anal. if you think i'm bad, meet mr. and mrs. clean-shao. seriously. i talked to my mom on the phone today, she called like three different times. i told her what classes i registered for and hope to register for and she gave me the usual, "i know you'll do well" and "oh, what is that about?" and "well, i said already you can do what you want but remember you need to specialize later on" and blahblahblah. remember, this is all a melange of chinese and english so indeed it sounds even more motherly. at least it's a change from whenever my dad calls. most the time it's usually "how's it goin dude?" to "it snowed in mammoth" or "are you still a psycho major?" i'm serious, my dad thinks i'm the biggest failure in the world. the two dreams he had for me really never existed. one, i quit softball after 6th grade (now i don't seem to truly understand why) so there went his dream of me being an all-american at stanford, ucla, arizona state, whatever the best softball team is in the pac10. two, i don't ever remember being interested in science so i could have never found the cure for aids. what good ol' daddy's gonna get is just some psycho comm major who will ultimately find some remote way of making him proud. maybe i'll devote my life to snowboarding. that oughta stir him up a bit.
digression! oh well, i'll call it the erika stream of consciousness for the day.
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