I'm just on a blog frenzy. I forgot that I wanted to write about my parents and their entertaining ways.

My mom said to David, "did you lose weight?" And then she asked, "do I look like I lost weight?" And of course David said yes. And my mom stood up from her chair (we were at a restaurant), and did a curtsy. A CURTSY! I love it!

There was a large Latino man bouncing in his car with hydraulics. My dad cracked up for a few seconds, and when he was able to catch his breath, said in English, "I like it." Then a few moments later, he clarifies "I don't like the car, I like the fat guy." No homosexual undertones, I think he just found him amusing. Then on our way up to Vegas, he asks if I have Michael Jackson. And I tell him no. And he says something about how that's good music and kinda sings the words "beat it."

It's been a very long time since I spent quality time with either of my parents. I don't know how I'm going to tell them I'm moving in with David. They're not going to like it. I plan on telling them how I'll be saving money, which is the main reason. But I already know they're going to say, "I'll pay for your rent!" Like they can afford it.

Life would be so much easier if they just let me do my own thing. Which they do for the most part. I told them that if I don't get into medical school, I want to become a teacher. And they reacted like it's the worst profession I could have chosen. What about the value of education? I do want to become a doctor though; I really want to live comfortably. Of course I'm not telling medical schools that. Ok I'm done blogging.