Ah, yes. These are the infamous, fated shorts. The ones mercilessly tossed into the hungry jaws of our outdated dryer.
Remember my argument about the laundry with my mom? Yep, this is it. I was happy that they still fit...well, kind of. I just have to rescue them from any further encounters with ravenous dryers.
It just hit me yesterday that it's almost mid-July. I saw school supplies at the grocery store a few days ago and part of me died a little inside...and don't get me started on all those back-to-school magazines!
It's not that I don't like school--quite the opposite, actually. It's just that all the things that come with senior year can be quite terrifying at times. But nagging fears in check, my familial Asian entourage packed our bags and headed South for another college visit. Here are some photos of vibrant and lively ol' Nashville.
Surprisingly, I don't have anything to tell you that waxes philosophical today. Instead, I'll entertain you with stories of my family since I did have to bear a straight seventy-two hours with them on this road trip.
I love them to death, but sometimes enough is enough. It's really my younger brother--he enjoys nagging me while I attempt to concentrate on homework in the car. And lately, he's taken to chasing me with a hand vacuum, yelling "suck you!"
And he refused to take photos for me the majority of this trip. I'm still a little bitter.
But he can be quite sweet at times, so I'll cut him some slack. If I can't convince my parents of something, it's nice to have a little sidekick around hehe.
He's definitely a mother's boy though. One of my favorite exchanges with my mom was actually just recently. I had cleaned my room for the first time as few weeks ago in...well, let's just say a really, really, reeeeaaally long time. I was quite proud, and my mom walked in that night.
"Oh, I like your room much better now," She paused thoughtfully, "It looks more like a girl's room."
"What kind of room did it look like before?" I asked suspiciously.
"A monster's," She answered simply.
I had to give her that one.
And then there's my dad. The renaissance man--he's taken to watercolor painting and yoga classes lately, both considered mildly strange for a middle-aged man in today's society, but hey, whatever floats your boat I suppose. He never fails to do or say something entertaining. A few years ago, he asked me all of a sudden what a "dude" was. Then, for a recent cross country meeting, he walked out of the door wearing dress shoes and athletic shorts. After my initial cringe, I tried to get him to change, but he just cheerfully replied, "Oh, no, no, it's okay!"
I really promised I tried.
The funniest though, would one night in the spring. A loud vibrating noise made me jump. I instinctively reached for my phone.
It was quiet. "Hey, whose phone is vibrating? It's not mine," I said.
My parents scrambled for theirs. "It's not mine either," My mom responded.
"Oh, it's mine," Dad checked his.
"Who could be calling so late?" Mom asked.
"An attractive woman," Dad joked, winking.
So there you have it. Welcome to the Fang family circus.
I like Nashville much better than Philly. The city was bustling with country music, happy people, and pretty horse-drawn carriages...and countless Elvis statues.
Did I ever mention that I was Elvis in my sixth grade play?
Oh, yeah. Then there's me in my family. A quirky, daydreaming, persistent idealist.
You know, I've always wanted to do a Q&A post. So if there are any nagging questions you have, just drop em in the comments! In the meantime, I'll give you a brief synopsis.
I like to call myself a renaissance girl--someone with a plethora of interests. I've tried everything from tae kwon do to piano to art to figure skating, but the things that really stuck were running, violin, and fashion. And of course sleeping and eating (hey, distance runners need to keep up with their crazy metabolisms!) Oh, and while in Nashville, I discovered my love for fried zucchini. It was quite a strange combination, but the crispy breaded shell was a perfect complement to the soft, juicy zucchini with a slight crunch. Ahhh...
While I'm not eating, studying intently, running, playing the violin, sleeping, or taking photos, I enjoy popping Sara Bareilles into the CD player and belting out the soulful lyrics (which, of course, would also mean that I like singing in the shower), attending symphonies with my quirky friends, daydreaming of the endless possibilities ahead, and lying in bed at night, thinking deep thoughts.
I am a non-denominational Christian, which propels me to believe that I have a purpose in this ephemeral life, and that He has a plan, crafted just for me. I don't consider myself especially religious, but I've always been attracted to the idea of living for a reason.
I dream colorful dreams, filled with adventures. I dream of traveling, pursuing a fulfilling career, volunteering in Haiti or Africa, falling in love, skydiving, publishing a book, waltzing at a Renaissance-style ball, running a marathon...being absolutely fearless.
But hey, it doesn't hurt for a girl to dream.
Have a beautiful weekend, my lovely friends!
P.S. I've also been messing around with the layout lately, so let me know what you think! I'm not quite satisfied yet, so expect some more changes soon.