Ode to the C-Man

Curry + OJ + Ice Cream - steady improvement.

Lately I'm in a chemical state of flux that seems to result in spontaneous crying. It's totally fascinating.

I get a valentine from R. I cry.
I watch Sisterhood of The Traveling Pants. I cry.
I watch random TV shows. Cry cry.

Anyways. C is my friend from school. I met him because... he wanted to be friends, I think. Which is actually how I met a lot of my friends in college. We sat near each other and he liked my blatant liberal answers/style. We started to talk and he likes indie rock and concerts so I finally had someone to go to really obscure shows with. He also dances at shows. Bonus points.

The cool thing about C is that his parents are Chinese dissidents who, for some reason, fled the country before he was born. They were so angry at the government they refused to teach their kids the language. As a result he participates in martial arts and cooks full-on Asian but is totally disconnected from other parts of the culture and never wants to visit. They also raised him to be a giant (6'2") angry feminist/critical theorist. He comes off as apathetic but is crazy smart, his other siblings went to Ivy League schools on scholarship, he's the underachiever. It took me two years of being friends with him to get all these details out because growing up in a house full of political refugees teaches you to be a little private.

It seems obvious we'd be friends.

C works in my field but in a ski town so he can snowboard all the time. He knows I've been bummed about the lost year in the city I'm living in, so he sent a care package. It included the following:

(1) A document ordaining me in the Universal Life Church as a Reverend
(2) Some packages of crazy green yam cereal that say "Make a Healthy Beautifully Wish!"
(3) A stack of random DVDs he feels I should watch

Cry!