but should be able to do.

There are a couple things that I’m not quite sure how to do.  Well, there are quite a bit.  But some of those, I’m not sure why I CAN’T do it.  I should be able to, but I can’t.  WHY WHY WHY?!

Folding Egg Rolls Correctly
No, I’m not wallowing in my grief due to lack of asianness.  I’m wallowing in my grief due to not having dexterity and not being able to do something as good as my little sister.  My sister owns at folding her eggrolls, whereas mine are chubby and lumpy and lopsided.  It’s just not pretty and not fair.  Then when I go to fry them, they fall apart.

Flipping Omelets
So I guess I’m just culinary inept.  I have NEVER been able to do this, and I have always wanted to.  On the same scale, I haven’t ever been able to make perfect pancakes, since they also require flipping.  So much difficulty.  I guess as a housewife, I’ll be serving lox for breakfast.

Dishes
Actually, I’m good at cleaning dishes.  It’s just loading the dishwasher that’s a problem.  Back at home, we have a whole bunch of mismatched tableware, so none of it fits together.  So it’s like playing fcking tetris with the dishwasher.  Not fun at allllllll.

Spelling “Opportunity”
For my entire life, I’ve spelled “opportunity” like “oppurtunity.”  It wasn’t until I actually payed attention to my spell check instead of clicking correct all that I realized I was spelling it wrong.  And yet still, I cannot spell that word without spell check.  Good thing Firefox adopted spellcheck.

Looking “Viet”
I’ve been here for two and a half months.  Only one person could guess that I was viet, and even he wasn’t sure. Everytime, it’s “You’re Chinese, right?”  Nooooooooooooooooooooooo.  And last time I went to a Viet nail salon, those bitches talked shit on me.  Yay, for family friends who employ those bitches.

Staying Awake in Class
I try and try…. wait, I know why I can’t.  Never mind.

Unhooking a Bra with One Hand
Honest to God, I don’t know how to do this.  I feel like I should be able to, with my six years of bra wearing.  When I first saw it done, I was so amazed.  I literally stopped mid-foreplay and asked, “How do you do that?!”  He laughed, taught me, and I still failed.  I just don’t understand.

saves the day!

So naturally, I’ve been meeting a bunch of new guys.  No, I don’t mean that it’s just natural for me to do that; it’s the fact that I’m in a new environment and I’m decently attractive.  A few guys have hinted that they show interest in me.  Even guys from back home have recently expressed an interest.  I’ve never been the type of person who can let people down easy.  Either I straight up say “Pass,” or I just continue pretending I’m oblivious to the situation. 

So there are two guys in particular that I have met and they’ve expressed obvious interest in me.  One guy started giving me pet names by the third day I’ve known him.  He also invited me to go eat with him and his buddies, but apparently the buddies didn’t get the message.  It was mad awkward so I haven’t really hung out with him since. 

The other guy wasn’t as obvious, but when I asked him if he wanted to eat at a dining hall he’d happily accept, include some sort of smiley in his reply text, and then look disappointed if I brought my roommate.  Once it was just him and me at the dining hall.  We had friendly conversations, but we had natural pauses in conversation where I’d be eating my food.  I’d look up from my plate seeing him staring and smiling at me.  So awkward. 

Afterward, he insisted on taking me to Pomme Frittes since I’ve never been there.  I protested, but he wouldn’t let me blame my stomach ache, the weather, or the fact I had no money.  I had to get rid of him somehow though.  My boyfriend was on his way up to the city to spend the weekend with me.  I was just eating with him because I knew my boyfriend would be here too late for us to eat dinner together.  After we got the fries, he invited himself to my dorm, saying that the restaurant was too packed and we should just eat at my dorm, two blocks away.  Needless to say, my boyfriend called, telling me he was here, and I had to ask him to leave.  And let me tell you, that was the most awkward situation I’ve ever been in.  The kid got so pissed and bitter with me.  Last words I heard from him were “Hope long distance works out for you.”  Bitch.

So to ward off anymore situations like this, I decided to change my Facebook status to let everyone know I was in a relationship.  Prior to this my relationship status was always unlisted.  I’m guessing the kid from above saw and when we passed by each other on the street he gave this look like he was holding the biggest grudge.  Oh well, cry me a river. 

That aside, this status change has reallllly been helpful.  A random friend of friends added me and started talking to me.  He obviously didn’t get the hint when I never responded when he asked for my number and constantly Facebook chats me.  Then he sees my relationship status.  No more of that!

A former creeper from back at home decided to reconnect with me.  He was flirting with me, so I let him know I had a boyfriend, and he said, “Yeah, I know.  I saw it on Facebook.  I was just kidding.”  I’m guessing I won’t hear anything more of him either.

It’s just so much easier to turn down guys when they know you have a boyfriend.  My neighbor asked me straight up after taking me to hookah if I had a boyfriend.  It was complicated so I just replied with “ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRM.”  He got the picture, and now he’s pursuing my roommate.  Poor her.

A guy from my Stats class was over doing homework with me.  It was pretty obvious that he was considering pursuing me.  My boyfriend happened to call, and I always put on my boyfriend voice when he calls.  Mad cute, higher pitched voice, really nice, etc.  Then all of a sudden after that, I became a homie.  Like literally as soon as I put down my phone, he was calling me “dude.”

This situation is so interesting.  I’ve never been in a real relationship before, so I’ve never been put through this. 

I gots it.

You know, before I came to New York, people would warn me all the time about how homesick I’d feel, how much I’d miss my family, and how I’d feel like I took them for granted as soon as I got here.  Still waiting for that to kick in. I love being able to do what I want without permission.  I don’t miss my parents, maybe for the fact they still call every other day.  I don’t miss my siblings, since I will never miss their bickering.  And I definitely don’t miss Nebraska, because it sucks there.  But there are a few things I miss.

My Best Friends
I miss all our inside jokes and being able to laugh and play everyday.  I mean, it’s only natural I miss them.

Stars
There are no stars in the city.  You look up and all you see is a dark sky tinged with orange lights.  Too much light/air pollution.

Clean Air
Speaking of pollution, I miss clean Nebraska.  I miss how when I walked around that it didn’t smell like piss all the time and that I could trust a puddle to be just a puddle.

Home Cooking
Two words: Mom’s pho.  I haven’t really found a viet restaurant that I can go to and trust their cooking.  Maybe it’s because I’ve always had a bias toward my mom’s food, and no restaurant could ever compare.  Plus a lot of viet restaurants are dirty.  I don’t even want to take a chance.

Driving
No, I wouldn’t like to drive in the city.  I want to drive around in Nebraska where I can make right turns on red.  I want to drive on I-80 on my usually clear five-lane highway.  I don’t want to worry about pedestrians.  I miss my Civic with the Hello Kitty seat belt covers that would hold my cell phone. 

Not Doing Laundry
At home, my mom always did my laundry.  Now I have to drag a week’s worth of laundry down a hallway and a flight of stairs and pay to do laundry. That’s just so boo.

Parking Lots
Getting groceries and doing errands have become such a bother.  When I could drive, I’d just park in the parking lot and bring my groceries to the car.  Now I have to walk several blocks with multiple plastic bags.  Such a hassle.

Taco Bell Value Menu
My nearest Taco Bell doesn’t have a Value Menu. WTF RIGHT?! I do not want to pay $1.79 for my cheesy double beef burrito.  Nor do I want to eat it with a coke.  I want the BAJA BLAST, but they don’t have that either. Sigh sigh.