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Not like I even get invited to the big ones.  Last week, I went to a small get-together at my friend’s house.  The plan was for 5 or 6 of us hang out, play video games, eat pizza and watch horror movies.  Unfortunately, as is very often the case, things did not go according to plan: people heard about the event one way or another, so there ended up being many more people than we had hoped for.  Before things got hectic, we were happily watching Saw.  Then more and more people started arriving, and before we knew it we had a party of 15 people.  And there was alcohol.  

I was thoroughly surprised; the people who brought the booze were the people I’d least expected to drink.  For a while, there was just one bottle of vodka that got passed around.  I thought that was bad enough because there were only about 8 of us at the time, and I’ve seen some of them drunk.  Take me and a couple of my more responsible friends out of the equation and there are 5 people sharing a half-liter of vodka, without any perceivable plan to stop drinking until that bottle was empty.

I was almost relieved when more people started arriving, but like all the peaceful things in life, that relief was short-lived: somebody decided it’d be a fantastic idea to bring a huge (and I mean gallon-sized huge) bottle of spiced rum to the party.  

I wound up surrounded by drunk people – with the exception of the host and a few of my other friends – and boy was that an unhappy experience.  Before I knew it, one of my male friends was hitting on me and cracking a ton of kind of creepy, sexual jokes.  Another downed 11 shots of vodka (or so he says) in all of 40 minutes, and, football helmet on head (I don’t know where that came from), was completely prepared to launch himself down the stairs headfirst.  I found myself hauling him by his shirt away from the staircase, only to have him throw a hissy fit at me for stretching out his shirt.  

I felt kind of bad having to leave my host-friend and other sober friends there to fend for themselves in that sea of drunken stupidity, but I had promised my mom that I would be out until no later than 11pm.  To be honest, I didn’t know how much more babysitting upperclassmen I could take.  I can imagine this is how they might have turned out:

They say, “the more, the merrier,” but I must object: perhaps the drunk ones were happily incoherent for the short period of time before they found themselves lying in their own vomit, but I can honestly say that there was nothing merry about being one of those to watch after them.  Nothing merry at all.  

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I would like to announce that I am alive and do not intend to abandon my blog. I feel terrible about not having posted in such a long time.  It’s been over two months since I last updated, and that’s absolutely unacceptable on my part.  

Now that I’m back from my 2 months off the face of the earth, I have a nice collection of things to tell you all about!  Between my commitments to my schoolwork, friends, family, and extracurricular activities, I’ve been pretty busy lately.  School and homework take up the majority of my time; while I procrastinate here and there, I don’t procrastinate nearly as much as I have in the past, so I can definitely say that junior year is a lot more demanding than sophomore year.  

I’ve also joined the robotics team at my school.  To be entirely honest, I had no interest in robotics at all, but I decided to check it out when my friends asked me to.  I ended up joining the team mainly because the majority of my close friends are on it, but as it turns out, robotics is actually really cool.  I’m very inexperienced and don’t understand the programming part of it, but now having gone to a robotics competition, I’m really beginning to like being a part of this nerd team.  It’s like the science fair all over again! I’ll write a separate post alllll about robotics.  Just you wait. 

Anyways, I know it’s been a while and this is really too short a post to compensate for lost time, but I’ll be better about posting consistently.  I promise.

~BTAS

 

Like every Asian out there. Because really, guys, everyone knows that giving an Asian a violin and a bow is like giving birth to the next Mozart.

I think that’s the funny thing about Asian stereotypes: some of them may not even be intended to come across as mean, but we Asians still don’t like them. We don’t like the “Asians are terrible drivers” or the “Ay-see-unsu kant speeku Engrish” stereotypes, and we don’t like the “Asians are musical geniuses” or “Asians are artistic geniuses” or “Asians are just geniuses in general” stereotypes, either. Why? Because they aren’t always true.

This may be pretty hard to believe, but we don’t like it when people think we’re amazing mathematicians, artists (and martial artists), or musicians simply because we’re Asian. When people make these assumptions, they’re really looking at the higher end of the spectrum (for reasons I fail to understand). It may be true that there are a lot of Asians out there who are good at these things, but don’t discount the majority of Asians who aren’t.

Take me, for example. If you’ve actually read any of my previous posts, you’d know that I’m not exactly what one would call a shining example of Stereotypical Extraordinary Asianness. Despite this, people tell me that I’m a stereotypically artistic Asian. Sure, I like to draw, but that doesn’t mean I’m good at it. As for math, well, I’m not doing so well in the class right now because I’m missing a few assignments. In fact, I should be studying for my test tomorrow. And don’t get me started on martial arts. Kung-fu? Kung-who now?

People in my band tell me I’m a musical prodigy all the time. I’ll admit; I like music. I like playing the cello. But I play the cello in a school band comprised mainly of saxophones, trumpets, trombones, guitars, and pianos (think: awkward), and I’m having some, er, issues living up to the ‘musical prodigy’ standard. [Hint: you have to be good to be a prodigy, and in order to be good, you have to actually spend the time to practice.] Heck, this particular Asian standard wasn’t even set by Asians, and I’m still struggling to meet it. Why do we Asians have to try to be everything other people perceive us to be in addition to everything our Asian parents expect from us? Good lord, give us a break!

Look at how much there was to say about the ‘good’ Asian stereotypes…Well, I guess I shouldn’t be complaining about them, considering the ‘bad’ ones are probably much more offensive.

‘Till next time!
~Hedgehog

Parent-teacher conferences and I do not get along.

I have a bad history with them. It started off in 4th grade, when my split-class 4th/5th grade teacher told my parents I hadn’t turned in my poster about the human digestive system. I’d forgotten about it until the day it was due. Wow, the car ride home was not fun.

In 5th grade, my 4th/5th grade teacher told my parents that I had not completed my chapter summaries for the book, Joey Pigza. I didn’t know the due date until–what do you know?–the due date. I clearly recall locking myself in the bathroom bawling my eyes out for two hours upon getting home.

In 6th grade, my ancient civilizations history teacher kindly informed my parents that I had a D in his class because I did not turn in my notebook for his periodic notebook check. The reason I did not turn it in is because I lost most of of my notes from his class because most of them were on loose-leaf sheets of paper rather than actually in the notebook. I was a wreck.

In 7th grade, my honors English teacher told my parents that I had a D in the class because I was receiving zeroes on multiple homework assignments. Funny how I’d actually completed them and just forgot to turn them in. My parents were relentless in their scolding.

In 8th grade, my Geometry teacher told my parents that I had a C in the class because I was doing poorly on tests, which was a first for me. I bombed the first two tests of the semester because I didn’t realize I had them until he handed them out in class and I thought, I’m screwed. My mom stayed up with me until early morning to make sure I was caught up on all the material.

In 9th grade, my Japanese teacher told my parents that I was not turning in my homework assignments. My parents were not happy. On top of that, my honors chemistry teacher told my parents I was not turning in homework assignments. My parents were furious. I made plans for my funeral on the way home.

In 10th grade, my honors English, AP European history, Biology, and music teachers told my parents I was at the top of my class. I was happy about this. Then I learned that my AP Calculus teacher told my parents I had a B- in her class because I had missed several homework assignments. And my Chinese teacher told my parents I had an A– in her class because I had missed almost all of my homework assignments. Oh boy.

I don’t like parent-teacher conferences. Much as I try, I can never pull my act together enough for my parents to hear nothing but good news from my teachers. My mom and I were discussing this today. She said that I was at the top of some of my classes, but I needed to work on Chinese and Calculus. I told my mom (half-jokingly) that I was at the very bottom of my Chinese class with my A–. This is funny because there are only two of us in the class.

Working on getting it together. I’m just not motivated enough…

LURV,
Hedgehog

My mom told me about how shallow my last post made me seem, and I apologize. A lot of people don’t understand my sarcastic sense of humor, which is perfectly understandable because I tend to overdo it. Just to clarify, I am friends with all sorts of people. It really doesn’t matter how awesome or boring their lives are, so long as they’re not jerkfaces. The point of the post was really just for me to complain about how uneventful my life has felt the past few weeks.

Today, instead of dwelling on how boring my life is right now, I’m going to begin detailing the less depressing tidbits of my life, starting from the present and working backwards to middle school. I hope doing so will provide insight into the convoluted way in which my mind works.

I spent yesterday with my good friend Ali. I love spending time with her; because I don’t see her very often these days, I jump on every opportunity to bask in her genius rays. My mom thinks I idolize her a little bit too much–again, this is just her not understanding my sarcastic humor. I love all my friends and I will always speak of them very highly, but it’s not like I worship them or anything. I don’t build a shrine to each one of them and pray to them by candlelight every night. I promise.

One of the things that made my decision to leave my old school (which I had attended from 7th-9th grade) for my new school easier is that some of my best friends were leaving, too.  Ethan, the super-crazy-amazing-awesome-random-funny-weird-gross artistic genius, was ditching us for boarding school.  The rest of us who were not going to boarding school tried to make the most of the few months time we had left to spend with him, but we had all secretly demoted him to “boarding school snob” in our minds.

And Ali–brilliant, witty Ali–Ali was leaving, too.  But she was not going to boarding school.  She was going to college.  As a 10th grader, of course.

While I miss all of my old friends terribly, I don’t feel like I’m standing in the shadow of my brilliant friends anymore. With my 7th-9th grade friends, I looked like an idiot whenever I did anything that fell short of their expectations. Now it’s back to how it was before I met them: I just look like an idiot all the time.

I’m hoping to stop making my old friends the focus of my posts and start telling actual stories about how much of an idiot I can actually be, because trust me, I can be a total idiot.

Cheerio!
~hedgehog

Seriously. Not really. But I am in such dire need of a life that I am writing about it, and that’s pretty sad.

This is going to sound terribly creepy, but whenever I meet a person, the first thing I do is evaluate how much of a life he or she has. I like to surround myself with people who have cool (but not really cool) lives, so I can feel somewhat important myself.

Here’s how I decide whether or not a person has a life:

“Hey, so what are you doing this weekend?”
“Hitting the books.”

Boring, okay. Boring. Like me.

“Really? That’s all?”
“Well, my band might have a gig on Saturday night, but that’s still being decided.”

…Maybe not. He’s in a band. Got it. Maybe not boring. Kind of cool maybe. But it’s just a maybe so he’s only maybe cool.

“That’s really cool! What do you play?”
“Um…Harmonica.”

Harmonica? Who plays that? That’s pretty awesome. Okay, this guy’s not so bad. Maybe we can be friends.

“Wow, I don’t know anyone who plays harmonica. That sounds like a lot of fun.”
“Yeah, it’s tough to learn. Like any instrument, though.”
“Definitely. How was your winter break?”
“I was in Africa for the entire two weeks, which was awesome, but I didn’t get any work done.”

Africa. Too cool. Little bit too cool.

“I’ve always wanted to go to Africa! What were you doing there?”
“I was there to support a water filtration system. You know, because a lot of African kids get diseases from drinking lake water.”

What? Too cool. Way too cool. I feel like a lazy blob. Too cool.

At this point, the conversation ends because I’m feeling a little too boring and a little too lazy-blobish. But let me tell you, if I had to continue the conversation, it might end up something like this:

“You suck.”
“What?”
“I hate you.”
“Why the heck do you hate me?”
“Because you suck and you’re too cool and I hate you.”

And then I would walk away.

The only thing worse than having no life is being an Asian with no life in a private school filled with rich people with super outrageous lives. Somehow, people expect me to be some sort of genius ninja sushi-chef. I like to exaggerate stories in order to make myself seem less like a not-smart not-ninja horrible-chef Asian.

And they wonder why I lie so much.

More on this later.
Love,
Hedgehog

that I’m just BETTER than everyone else, and I can do ANYTHING. Cuz I’m a genius.

I’m kidding. Genius? Haaaa. There really aren’t many geniuses in the world. I’m not kidding. I’m sure we all have that one kid in our math class who just nails every problem and understands every concept and aces every test…and hey, maybe some of them really are geniuses. I don’t know. But I doubt it–if they were geniuses, they would not be in the same class you’re in. Unless you’re a genius.

Take my friend George, for example. He’s cool. He’s ridiculously smart. I mean, I thought I was smart–I’m a freshman in Honors Trigonometry, which is 2 levels above grade level–but this guy switches into my trig class and starts totally humiliating the rest of us. Seriously. He’s wiping the blackboard with our faces, the way the teacher worships him. It’s the same way in our chemistry class (again, I’m ahead: chemistry is normally only offered to 10th grade students): he’s got the teacher wrapped around his finger. Do I admire him? Sure. Am I jealous of him? Oh yes.

So a few months ago, Georgeh took this competitive math assessment available only to teacher-recommended students called the AMC 10. Our math teacher signed him up for it (no surprise), and George went in to the test quite confidently (again, no surprise). For months before the test, George made a big deal of studying for it by showing off his EXTREME MATH SKILLS to the rest of the class. To be honest, I don’t think the rest of the class could have given less of a crap about George’s EXTREME MATH SKILLS, but he proceeded in making a show of his giant math textbooks nonetheless.

About a month ago in our math class, George sat down in the seat in front of me (his usual seat), clearly bothered by something but waiting for me to ask him about it. Being the good friend I am, I asked, “What’s up?” George replied, “So, I got the score back for the AMC 10.”

With as little interest in this as I had for his EXTREME MATH SKILLS, I reluctantly said, “Oh, really? Cool. What’d you get?”

To which George responded, “A ninety-eight.” This did not surprise me. I was actually kind of pissed that he had the nerve to sit down in front of me and brag.

Irritably, I said, “Cool. That’s awesome.” Then, sarcastically: “I KNEW you were a genius.”

“I got a ninety-eight out of a hundred and fifty,” George corrected me. Then he smiled. I smiled back. In my eyes, George became…like, HUMAN. He’s not the creepy computer I had previously thought of him as. Now he’s a friend, our friendship based on the fact that neither of us are, in fact, geniuses.

(Actually, my IQ is CLOSE to genius level. But it isn’t; I blame ADHD (always always always blame ADHD).)

Honestly guys, there’s always gonna be someone out there better than you are at something. And then there’s going to be someone better than that person. So don’t get so caught up in this little “I HAVE TO BE BETTER THAN MY FRIENDS IN MATH” thing, because even if you ARE better than your friends are in math…you’re nothing. I’m kidding. (just kidding, I’m not kidding. no offense.)

Cheeers! (:
ABC

Before I continue, I just want to say that no, I have not drawn anything since yesterday. I figured typing the words “art” and “update” in the title box wasn’t really worth it. Moving on.

I am currently in the process of completing my psych homework.

That’s right, I said psychology.

I may have mentioned that I’m taking classes this summer, and today I’ve decided to specify. I’m taking an introductory psychology course, just to clear those cobwebs outta my brain and keep me up and running for at least part of the summer. I also really just enjoy learning about the functions of the human brain, so the class is actually a lot of fun. The only problem I have with it is the staggering amount of homework.

Speaking of work, my school gave us a summer reading list, which I have yet to start on. I feel bad because most of my friends are talking about all the books they’ve read so far, and I can’t tell ’em I’ve read anything. Because I haven’t. Yet here I am, updating my blog.

Short blog today. I like these.

Post up questions, comments, or random stuff!
~hedgehog

OHK, so I don’t have too many goals for the summer, as you guys know. But one of the very few goals I did plan to achieve was to update my blog daily. MISSION: FAILED.

So here’s my post for today. I’m not gonna guarantee that you’ll be seeing one tomorrow (in fact, the chances of that are quite slim), but I certainly will make an effort. I’m really hoping I can work this blog into a routine or something.

Anyways, it is now officially SUMMER.  I’ve been out of school for a good 4 weeks now, but man, it hasn’t felt like summer until today.  It’s been pretty chilly and gloomy around here lately, so that’s thrown me out of the swing of things a bit.  So when the heat gets up to 90 degrees today, it’s goodbye, jacket, hello sunshine.  Hel-lo pool.  Helllllo tank top and shorts.  Hello flipflops.  And my personal favorite: hello laziness.

Cool days always make me feel like I have to do things to prevent myself from being bored, but for some reasons, hot  days make me feel like I’ll never, ever, ever be bored and I can pretty much laze around the house and fall asleep any day and everyday.  I wasn’t very productive today, even with my buddy Eesechay over, partly because I just wanna lie in the sun, close my eyes, and sleeeeeep.  The pool woke me up a bit, though.  It was the first time I’d really been swimming in 2 years.  

Unfortunately for me, those lazy days don’t last forever, and God knows that I still have things to get done.  I have classes on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday of every week, so I still need to get my lazy butt out of my bed and get ready.  But with my wardrobe still packed with winter/spring clothes, what on Earth am I supposed to wear?

The answer: shorts and a biggg tee.  Just cuz I’m too lazy to wear anything else.

A friend pointed out to me that I’m not exactly the most fashionable person around, even when it’s not Summer.  That’s true; I’d wear shorts and a big t-shirt everyday, if I could.  I’d wear a sweatshirt and jeans in the winter.  I don’t, though.  But fashion-lovers out there, don’t breathe a sigh of relief quite yet: my style consists mainly of button-down shirts and jeans.  

I’m cool with that.

While some girls out there are flipping over summer sales and the latest trends, I’m not flipping over anything.  I’m too lazy.  And I’m cool with that, too.

Questions? Comments? Post away!

~hedgehog

While I was writing yesterday’s post, my brain started spazzing and I could not stop writing. Like, I’d finish one train of thought, and then I’d start another, and another, and another, and another.  Luckily, I realized that I was really, really rambling, so I chopped off about half of it and whatever was left was what you got to read.  The funniest part is that none of what I had originally written was important in the least; I was writing because I felt like writing.

…I think I’d better start updating more often, or I might go completely insane.  So my goal for the summer, among other things, is to update my blog daily.  Hopefully you won’t mind if you get 2-sentence posts every once in a while ^^

On an entirely different and random note, I went to watch Eclipse (part of the Twilight Saga) with my friend Lucky (not her real name).  I didn’t go to watch it because I was desperately looking forward to seeing it or anything; I went to watch it because I was dead tired from my psychology class, and I figured that I hadn’t seen Lucky in a while, so it couldn’t have been too bad.  The other option would have been to watch the (as she so delicately worded it) “wack-Asian” movie, The Last Airbender (which I honestly wouldn’t have minded watching, if not for the terrible reviews and the fact that it lacked Asian actors–hence the “.  Lucky and I decided that Eclipse seemed a more mature option, anyways).  The Last Airbender does not meet the Asian standards. At all.

Watching Eclipse with Lucky was an experience, seeing as she happens to be a die-hard Jacob/Taylor Lautner fan.  I watched Twilight with my mom, which was a totally and completely awkward ordeal because of the random make-out scenes between Edward and Bella.  I watched the second in the series, New Moon, with my school friends Fish, Phayle, Circle, Beta Foof, Barwelro, Eesechay, and Fish’s cousin (who does not happen to have a nickname and who therefore will not be named at all.  ‘Hedgehog’ seems normal in this lineup), and we had went to watch it purely for the purpose of ridiculing it (in the beginning, the rest of the audience laughed at our jokes, but towards the middle, a few of them began telling us to shut up. Which we did not).  So Eclipse with Lucky was different.  Very, very different.

For me, the movie was most definitely not the highlight of the evening.  It was more fun when we were waiting outside, waiting for Lucky’s dad to pick us up from the theater and taking tons of stupid-looking pictures:

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So there’s me, with my fail-attempt at acting Asian, because I’m so white-washed I’m pretty much not Asian 😛

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Me and Lucky.  This was actually before the movie, so…I lied. Sorry.

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BWAHAHAHAHAHA. This was such a stupid picture.  I was kind of just leaning against the lamp post, and Lucky snaps a pic.  So I tried to get her back, but she actually posed for the pic. 

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Me squishing the liony thingy.

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…She completely caught me off guard. I think I realized what she was doing a little too late, so in my failed attempt to smile, I ended up..sticking…my tongue…out…?

 I don’t have this kind of fun with my friends from school.  Don’t get me wrong; I love my friends and all the crazy things I do with them…but that’s a different kind of fun.  The kind of fun I had with Lucky was the girly, “ohmygosh!” kind of fun, while as my school friends are not girly at all.  The past couple of years, I’ve really hidden my girly side because I thought that being a tomboy would be so much more fun, when in reality, I really needed to incorporate both the “ohmygoshtaylorlautnerishotttt” (which he is so notttt) side of me and the “i’msocoolbeingalltoughandrandom” side of me.

Not saying I’m going to start being girly in school, because I’m not.  Girl moments are reserved only for my girly friends.

So share your experiences with writing, spazzing, girliness, tomboyness, and The Twilight Saga! Haha, but if I end up getting 100 comments telling me how great Twilight is, I will probably go and commit suicide in the corner.  Kidddinnngggg 😀

See ya tomorrow!

~hedgehog

OH, and for those of you who wanted to know about how I did in the State Science fair, I’m sorry to say I got absolutely nothing. Nope. Zip. Zero. Nada. Missed my state testing for the fair, had to suffer through interviews for about 5 hours, had to wear a very very very uncomfortable suit for the judging, and then….what? I get nothing.  Not even an honorable mention.  I’d love to tell you that the comptetition was tough and that there were a lot of projects in my category, but I cant, because there was a grand total of 17 projects in my category.  With 4 rankings and 2 honorable mention slots, you’d think I should have won something, huh? I wonder if it had something to do with the fact that 2 other people happened to have the exact same project as I did?

Goes to show that I am nowhere close to meeting those dreaded Asian standards.  But good luck to the rest of you, regardless of whether or not you’re Asian.