"I'm not counting anymore"

I'm going to my uncle's wedding. At least, it's sort of like a wedding. They're already married - have been, actually, for five years. They're getting married by the church, though. Which is surprising, because I thought they already married in the church. I don't follow the lives of my family very closely.

Rude people at Subway yesterday. When you're waiting for your order, you're supposed to line up to the right - at least away from the in-progress sandwich line. These people walked to the middle of the sandwich line and stayed there. When the lady asked who was next in line, I had to raise my hand and say me. Then  I gave these people a hard stare. The guy said, "Go ahead," like I was offering him to order ahead of me. Fat chance. They didn't even move when my sandwich was being made. That really annoyed me. Fuck those people.

I ran into that Chinese lady again yesterday. The really nice one who said I was handsome. She said I was handsome again. Haha. She also patted me on the head three times. Really hard pats.

She was encouraging me to go to school and do well. She made a good point too. She said, using China as an example, that poor people in China come to America willing to do any job available to the lowest working class. They have children, and those children can go to school. "And it doesn't matter who  parents are," she said, "the children have the opportunity to climb up social ladder to the top by going to school. From the bottom to the top in one generation," she emphasized. I agreed.

My father was watering her backyard, and pulled the hose awkwardly. A pot fell and broke. The lady said, "Don't worry about it, is okay." She was laughing. "I have that pot for twenty years, it's time I throw it out anyway." She saw that made my dad feel worse, so she said, "Don't worry, is okay." Then she started talking about getting my dad the business of the apartments across the street, but one of the tenants told her not to because their landlord was a frustrating, unreasonable person. The lady said, "I say, 'No, I don't want my gardener to have to argue with him. I like my gardener!'" And she laughed.

My friend from San Francisco burned me some CDs. This was one of the artists.

"Casiotone for the Painfully Alone - Destroy the Evidence"