"you smile like chinese!"

here's a shorty.

so last friday late afternoon i'm running into the cougareat to fill my stomach with sweet wholesome goodness before my genetics test and it dawns on me that this is not a subway night; this is a teriyaki stix night.

i have sworn off their curry after tasting a much better version on my last trip home, so as i stared at the menu, feeling pressure from and struggling to concentrate over the loud gum-smacking of the skinny girl behind the register, i asked, "how's the orange chicken?"

smack smack "well, it's GOOD," smack "but it's no panda express!"

"i'll have the kalua pork."

i hate panda express.

here's the thing. that night after leaving another carbon-copy dance party busted by the cops, i got a little hungry, which i haven't felt since coming to college. there are very real things out there which are grossly misrepresented by BYU. i started getting pretty stoked to hit peru this summer and see what it has to offer. started feeling a little outgrown.

so i called up a chinese kid named colin i met in hawaii, lamented a little about my mediocre hawaiian dish from a japanese chain that serves mostly chinese food, and we talked about uplifting things. smart kid.

here's a little confucian advice.

"A man should choose a friend who is better than himself. there are plenty of acquantainces in the world, but very few friends."

zai jian yall