Alright, so there's been some ppl pestering me about updating and doing a real blog post for once. At first the main reason why I chose not to update for so long was simply because of the lack of topics to write about. I mean really, nothing too much was going on, and it was the same old thoughts I had written about in the past already, so there was no real point. Now after about 3-4 days of being post free, I've got a few things that I can write about. So here it goes!

I've found in the past few days that one thing many ppl take for granted is their sense of smell. Whenever asked to list the 5 senses, smell is probably ranked as one of the most useless. I'm not saying that I'm gonna go on a big spiel about how important a person's smelling is, but I think ppl over the look the fact that the sense of smell can make such a huge difference (in a negative way). Illustration: As I've been riding on the bus the past few days, I've had the opportunity to do so in the company of several trashy high school kids. One such incident was while I was bussing home after a long day. I was standing pretty close to the back door of the bus, in fact almost right next to it. Now the reason for this was because there were no seats available, but still plenty of aisle space, and considering that I was gonna get off right away, I thought that position to be the wisest. Enter Trashy Ugly Punk girl with freckles. I'll warn everyone right now that this commentary may seem overly harsh at some points, but hey if you can't take it, go cry somewhere else! Anyhow she gets into the bus and instead of standing ANYWHERE else on the bus, she basically decides to stand next to me (you know, the position in the aisle just before you go onto those steps into the back). This pretty much traps me against the backdoor and leaves me no room to move around if anyone gets off before me. Because she's standing so close to me, I can smell the pot off of her jacket and her hair, which made me want to vomit, if not vomit on her head. The next mistake she makes is to talk to this girl like 1/4 bus distance away from her, therefore causing her to yell in her shemale shrill voice. And finally the last thing she did that pissed me off is that while I was hanging onto the pole that's right near the backdoor (the one with the stop button on it), all the while she decides to lean on my hand with her body, making my hand smell like ass. Honestly, it was like the girl was trying to make me grope her or something. I was just thinking "GET THE FUCK OFF MY HAND YOU HOE! Just because you lean on my hand and want to make it seem like I'm groping you doesn't mean that I'm gonna...." Anyhow I guess that story pretty much had next to nothing to do with smell, but my point was already proven to begin with. This story however brings me to my next point (pet peeve).

Don't you just hate it when someone either sits or stands WAAY too close to you? It just gets to the point where you're like "Ok buddy, get the fuck off of me!" I know this guy, we'll call him Ed in case he decides to read my blog. So Ed is the kinda guy who will be extremely nice to you. Ok that's not so bad. But he's also the kind of guy who will get in your face, keep in mind NOT in the angry disgruntled way, but he'll actually get into your personal space like a BIATCH!! This always happens when he asks you a question, and you answer it. And what does he do once he's there? He gives you the biggest, GAYEST grin in the friggin world!! I honestly don't know if he's gay or not, and to tell you the truth, I'm kind of afraid to find out :(

Another thing I wanted to touch on while I'm here was an experience with my barber just like 2 hours ago. Like any other asian guy, I have a barber whose my mom's close friend. And basically we goto her house to the little washroom in her basement to get my haircut. In this particular occasion however, she decides that my hair (the way it is when I first go in to get a haircut), looks ridiculous. So what does she do? She begins to tell my mom that in chinese, and is somehow convinced that I'm just another white guy who can't understand her secret criticism! And what does my mom do? She just laughes and agrees with her, as well as adding more arguments as to why my hair looks crappy. I mean, I don't know too much chinese, I'll be the first to admit that. But you gotta give me SOME slack. Like frick all of my cousins speak the language, I hear my parents speak it all the time, and I've taken it for 3 years during high school! I've gotta atleast have SOME kind of idea of what you guys must be talking about! So after I unravel their whole scheme, my barber has the audacity to ask me "Has your girlfriend ever complain about your hair?" WTF is that?!?! That's just totally rude! It's kinda funny the way that someone takes criticism from asian parents. Because knowing that they may have limited knowledge of the english language, many believe that the asian may not have any idea of how rude their comment is. But hey I'm not overly mad about the whole experience, I probably blew it out of proportion in this paragraph. I will say though that the thought crossed my mind thinking, "What the hell?! Why the hell do I even come here if all you're gonna do is be rude and NOT cut my hair? WTF do I pay you for then?!"

Yeah that's my spiel for today. Pretty unorganized, but hey that's me...