For some reason I was sitting in class today thinking of cliché proverbs. My mind wandered across one and couldn’t help but laugh and make ridiculous scenarios like I do with everything. Who’re we kidding when we say “slow and steady wins the race”? If Usain Bolt challenged me to a foot race and someone walked up to me before the race started and said “Don’t forget, slow and steady wins the race”, I’d give him the good ole backhand to the cheek. In the long run, sure, slow and steady could eventually get you into that medical scrub or tailored suit, but I can’t help but fantasize about those nonexistent shortcuts to life.. something like that cheap-ass jump off the hill in Wario’s stadium… or at least a mushroom boost.. or maybe a red shell to throw at that Indian kid who aced his organic chemistry test.. cack. Anyways, I was hung up on this piece of “advice” because it applied very directly to a personal dilemma I’ve been dealing with lately. I’m going to be purposely vague because publicizing this would most likely be counter-productive. But what I finally concluded was that certain things in life are worth striving for. It’s gonna hurt and it’s gonna be hard, but if it means that much to you the pros are bound to outweigh the cons.
This past weekend was interesting. My parents left for Vegas and I was left at home with my brother, sister, and her boyfriend John. Saturday was chill and we were excited for Disneyland the next day.. then BAM my sister slices her ring finger open with a gash that could honestly make jigsaw wince. How? She drops a wine glass and tries to catch it but as it reaches the counter-top her hand sandwiches the glass turning it into an elegant grenade. So she’s bleeding all over the place and we’re all a little freaked out. Normally, I’m not squeamish at all and I can completely work with blood and injuries but seeing that wicked cut on my sister’s hand made me a little frantic inside. I was helping her treat it but at the same time felt like crying inside. Anyways, its 2am and we can’t find any 24 hour urgent care centers around Diamond Bar. The E.R. is out of the question b/c she doesn’t have insurance and a few stitches would cost her thousands. So finally, we find an all night urgent care center in Chino hills and haul humongous ass over there to find out the website lied about their hours. In retrospect, that’s SO retarded.. what if someone had a bigger emergency like a stab wound or gunshot.. drive all the way over there to find out their not open and then pass out or die chillin outside. Note to self: write negative review about website. So, at this point Erik and I (my bro) consider suturing her finger ourselves. He’s a premed student who’s sutured a mouse before, and I’m a pre-dent who’s seen a couple power-point slideshows on suturing gums.. hahah. Anyways, my sister doesn’t trust us and we wait till morning. I wish I could’ve sutured her finger.. that would’ve been sick on my dental app.
On a completely separate note, I realized today that women are so much pickier about their frozen yogurt then men are. I had two separate conversations with my girl friends about frozen yogurt. One looked at me like I had confessed to torturing babies when I told her I enjoyed Red Mango and planned in indulge after lecture. The other, who I actually managed to convince to eat Red Mango with me, later made me regret the invitation when she proceeded to lecture me about the quality hierarchy in the frozen yogurt industry. Don’t get me wrong I love food.. and I definitely live to eat, but I feel with something like frozen yogurt they’re all so similar it’s irrelevant where you go.
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