Post the Twenty-Eighth

Every time I click on the bookmark to my blog I'm utterly embarrassed of my previous posts. ignore them COMPLETELY.

Two things have compelled to write at this time: 1) Spring Hiatus 2) Boredom.

I've been packing ice on my left cheek for the past two days and downing amoxicillin like Easter jelly beans. Pray for the infection in my face please. Ah.

Let's see...

Maybe I should I write about the conversation I had with my brother last night. We were aimlessly driving around West LA after dropping Mom off at the airport. We stopped by Diddy Riese for some ice cream-cookie sandwiches. We started talking about college and how I wish I studied harder in high school. He didn't hesitate to tell me that I definitely should've tried harder...and that I'm now facing the consequences of laziness.

It felt like a slap in the face to be told that I couldn't redo high school. I know I can't redo high school and I hated high school. I would never redo it. Still yet, I was pretty offended by the fact that he was pretty much telling me I should've gotten my act together sooner. I agree, I mean, my 2.9 cumulative can't say much to justify my intelligence, but I couldn't help feeling like a flippin' retard. He went on to say I'm not the type of person that's interested in real literature and books and scholarly, academic things. He even expressed his concern for me when he found out I wanted to become a doctor, because he believed I was being overzealous in light of my "capacity". Thanks.

I know this doesn't make me a better person, but I'd just like to say that I'm pretty sure I have a higher GPA than 80% of the people at my school, and 95% of the people in my major (Biochemistry).

So I'm not exploding with orgasms at the thought of reading Moby Dick or Anna Karenina or the latest British Literature Anthology...

I still have my gifts in studying science and loving what I learn there. Anyway, the point of writing this is for me to conclude for myself that my brother is an arrogant, self-absorbed snob who really IS as smart as he thinks he is. I know he's smart. I guess it just really makes me mad that I learned last night that he has pretty much undermined me his whole life and is obviously relentless about expressing it.

Okay, so you're smart. You're still an asshole.