Well, today is the day. I'm leaving in a couple of hours. I kinda felt like throwing-up this morning. It's the anxiety, I guess. Hmmm... Mommy already left for work... Daddy is talking to Sam-Chon (that means "uncle" for all you non-Koreans)... Cheddie is still sleeping... and I'm typing up my boring, random thoughts into this blog.
Blogs are weird. It's like, who am I speaking to? Am I supposed to be writing as if I was writing to myself? Or maybe I supposed to be writing to an audience? I don't know. What I do know is that if anyone is reading this, they must be, 1) at work, trying to kill time, 2) bored out of their minds, 3) wondering why I even decided to start a blog.
Doesn't anyone find it strange that I am posting my comments, opinions, and stories on the internet for any random person to read? Not only that, but I'm writing all this knowing full well that people are going to read it later. It feels a little phony. I feel like I'm forced to entertain the 1 or 2 people who happen to stumble across this mess... and I'm secretly hoping that they'll return and post some nice comments and perhaps tell their friends what a cool person this "catcher in the rice" is. puahahahahha.
Speaking of "catcher in the rice," that's a pretty clever play on words, huh? I think so. I mean, I'm not azn pride (barf), but I do love my rice... and I do love
The Catcher In The Rye.
Oh, one more thing about blogs... I basically putting on display my terrible grammar skills. It makes me a little paranoid to tell you the truth. I received an "F" on multiple grammar tests my sophomore year in high school. It's true... you can even ask my teacher... Ms. Nieman. So please excuse me. Oh those poor Korean kids... I'm going to screw them over.
Anyways, I'm glad I got to see a few of my friends last night. Some people I've known for hecka, hecka long (OJ, Chris, Butch, Wilson), really long (Mike... aka Pho-bee, Fernando), for a while (Eric, Javier, Vicki), but most importantly, I got to see my girls (Jilly, Leighita, Bre... Avril, Vee, sorry I couldn't catch you... Djana, you don't really count. hahaha). I hardly know some of these people, but I'll miss everyone... but not that much because I'll be back soon. Right? Oh, girls, if you ever find yourselves missing me too much, then just think of that night at Clear Lake and you'll find you don't miss me that much anymore (you know, when you guys thought my friendship with Vee was coming to an end???)!!! PPUHAHAHHAHAHA. I'd stop missing myself! hahahaha. Go Supremes!!!
hem, grateful for the fact that she no longer calls Callan her home (or at least doesn't have to)... Cheddie will undoubtedly have her crooked face on, complaining about everything... Eugene, sitting in class all the way in Shanghai, will feel the "Chang" vibes and will begin convulsing uncontrollably (do the robot, do the robot. DAIIIII!!!) ... and, finally, I will be sitting there watching this all happen, proud that my family gave me a send-off the only way they know how, a send-off only a true Chang can give, and even prouder that I was probably the one who triggered each and every one of their bad moods!!! Oh, yeah (say it like the Duff-man)!!!