i'm reading right now.
yes, i'm actually reading a book. wonders never cease. i've said repeatedly that the internet has ruined my capacity to read things over one page, but amazingly, i'm reading a book. it's by diane johnson and called le divorce. i remember my high school french teacher mentioning it in class eons ago and us having a discussion about it in second period french six. i saw it at half-price books while my little brother was shopping for a philosophy book (i know, he's an odd boy) for someone's birthday. i figured i might as well buy it since i already know my tendancy to get late fines when i borrow books from the library. it's really good.

one thing that i find amusing is the way they portray american ex-pats. i always find it funny, the way americans want to escape america. every year, there are hundreds of immigrants trying to get into america, while the people who are actually born here are desparately trying to distance themselves from being american. i don't know. an american.. there's no actual definition of our culture, after all we are just a cultural mix-up after all. and me, i'm just part of that mixed up culture. maybe that's not an entirely good thing. i still have memories of xu lan giggling at my attempts in mandarin when i visited kyoto last year. but even so, i'm happy with who i am..