I will never live in a communist country (China)

because I don't get eye raped by older guys when I wear shorts and a tank top when I go out running in America. And because I'm not the only person that goes out to run or exercise in America either. Because I can get into a good university by getting scholarships and grants. Because I don't have to live with my parents til I'm twenty-something and pay them monthly fees for raising me and pressuring me to become a doctor or lawyer (a la filial piety). Because if I walk across a street in America when it's a red light, I don't have to worry about getting run over by a tractor trailor. Because I can actually use a bath tub when I take a shower. Because people act fair to one another in a democratic country (or at least, some). Because being smart doesn't mean that you have to pull tricks on people so you can get a lot of money out of them.

But then again, China has nice, double layered toilet paper for those #4s (#2 plus #2) that you might get after eating a nasty spicy chicken burger from KFC.

I don't like it when...

I don't like it when door salesmen ring my bell.
Because there's no point to me opening the door. I don't own this house. I don't want FIOS. I'm not going to join the Christian church any time soon. Yes, I know, my lawn looks a little crappy and has some weeds that need to be pulled out, but I'm not going to make an appointment with Little Bob's Lawn Maintenance.

Although, I willl open my door if it's Catherine Zeta-Jones (hence the T-Mobile commercial that's always on TV).

Or Bruce Wayne.

Either one works, really.

Random Thoughts

I know I've been on my laptop for more than two hours when the bottom of my palms start burning, and when I feel like taking off my shirt.

Which is right now.

I'm wearing a pink bra.

I know I've stepped across the line between personal information and not-so-personal information when I mention the color of my bra. Or the words 'my bra.'

Can anyone in today's society do anything nice without being perceived as creepy or suspicious?

So, if you know me, you'd know that I'm completely obsessed with art—drawing, painting, sketching, screeprinting, designing...—so completely obsessed that I'm crazy enough to major in Commercial Design. And apparently, not only my friends know about this. My forty-some year old bus driver does too.

I found out just how observent this bus driver, called Steve, was the other day.

See, Bus Driver Steve and I aren't chummy.

The only times I've ever spoken to him was when I get on the bus in the morning (which included a small, tired "good morning") and when I get off the bus (a rushed "thanks, see you tomorrow"). But on Friday, when I arrived to my bus-stop and when I was more than ready to go home after a horrible day of school, Bus Driver Steve stopped me and held out a package which was wrapped in a brown paper bag with a note sticking out.

He told me something along the lines of, "I found some art stuff at my house (the "art stuff" included three pro paint brushes, a chinese writing ink-esque set, and a book titled Monet) and thought that maybe you'd want it for your studies..."

I had felt sort of speechless at that moment, but nonetheless gave him an appreciated smile and told him "thanks" before jumping off the bus and walking home.

And after I had arrived home, opened the package, and read the note he gave me, I realized a few things:

1. He notices when I bring my portfolio/art work home.
2. He somehow found out what my name was (he addressed me in his note), when I never told him.
3. Was he into... younger women?

Then I felt really bad. I felt really bad because this really nice guy did something really nice for me, and I pretty much wrote him off as a really creepy forty-some year old pedophile who may or may not have been on Dateline's Chris Hansen's To Catch A Predator.

And when I told my sister about it, the first thing she said to me was: "Be careful."

Q: Can anyone in today's society do anything nice without being perceived as creepy or suspicious?
 

So there's this guy...

who thinks it's funny to harass me by saying sexually explicit things to me ("You're sexy, do you want to..."). In the beginning, I just lightly laughed it off. Then, I began ignoring him. Now I'm about ready to punch him in the balls and see how funny he really think he is.

I mean, I admit that I say some perverted stuff and innuendos to some friends, but this is... ridiculous, considering that he isn't my friend.

Oh, high school, that cruel, cruel world.