Posts Tagged 'parents'

How “Complicated” by Avril Lavigne applies to my life.

Now you have to excuse me. I came home really angry and ready to write a scathing blog post about how much my parents disappoint me, but then I read some really awesome Britney news and everything was better.

So at best, this blog post can only be lukewarm because with Britney’s “Circus” music video coming out on December 5th, how can anyone be sad? Plus, she’s beating Slipknot by almost 200,000 votes on fuse (to widen that gap, go to: Best of 2008)!

But now back to the anger.

This week we have a guest from China staying at our house– one of my parents’ customers and forced friend (as Carla Bruni described the relationship between Sarkozy and GW Bush, “well… they have to [get along],”).

Up until tonight, I’ve been very good at avoiding this guest and having to eat dinner with this guest because I’ve been all over the place (which really means one of four places: my house, Santana’s Mexican Grill, Elaine’s house, or McCafé). However, I couldn’t get out of it tonight and I had to go out to Viet food with my parents and the guest.

You may think I’m rude for trying to avoid a guest, but you just don’t understand.

You see, my life is just like “Complicated” by Avril Lavigne. Allow me to quote some of the beautiful poetry:

You’re watching your back/ Like you can’t relax./ You’re trying to be cool/ but you look like a fool to me.

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Dinner Conversations with the Lins

When I was kid, I would scare my parents by building couch-cushin towers, sitting on top of them and toppling over. As fun as that was, that got pretty old. So I tried exerting negative, angry auras around them, but I soon found out that didn’t scare them at all.

Nowadays, all I have to do to scare my parents is tell them my interests.

With college apps underway, my parents keep on nagging so I’ve become especially interested in pissing them off. To do this, I simply tell them that I want to be one of four things (depending on my mood and the circumstance):

  1. French translator/interpreter
  2. A playwright/screenplay writer
  3. A singer of the back-up vocal variety
  4. An architect (the least severe of the four)

My parents seem okay with architect, but they are always suggesting the words “mechanical” and “engineer”.

Today I felt like really pissing my parents off so I brought up singing opera. When I tried to explain that I should get the chance to pursue what I want for the experience, my mom popped out this gem:

“Your dad and I have eaten more salt than you’ve eaten rice.”

I know they sound like concerned and loving parents, but they’re really just scared that I’ll end up being a hobo.

But whatever, I’m going to do/study what I want and according to FERPA I don’t technically have to tell them anything about the classes I’m taking et..


I can’t live with these people much longer. Don’t they realize that the more they tell me to be an engineer, the more I DON’T want to be one?

And they’re voting Yes on 8! How could it get any worse?

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