Chillaxed

I had this whole week off. Guess what I did? Nothing! How lame is that. I got sick on Tuesday and am now on the mend. Luckily, I don't stay sick for long. My body has a knack for fixing itself quicker than most. It takes me about half as long to recover after getting sick. My guess is my survivability was enhanced due to my childhood. Getting hit by cars and such tends to keep you at the evolutionary edge, or something like that.

The highlight of the week was a date I went on Wednesday. It was awesome and super fun. I'll definitely ask her out again. However, I am confronted again with one of my prejudices. Growing up I always vowed I would never date a red head. This might be a subconscious attempt to keep my narcissism in check. I have since broken this vow. I don't know how I feel about this. My life is one experience after another of me ending up doing something I said I would never ever do. I've ended up eating my words more times than I can count.

I know other red heads that have similar sentiments. I'm unsure why. Are we scared of creating some sort of uber-pale offspring? Is there some type of evolutionary block, or is the scarcity of other red heads keeping the possibilities of dating other red heads down? I don't know. This past date was with a fellow red head, and it went well. There are a few other red heads in my "dating pool" that I might ask out. However, it is oftentimes more of an extreme challenge for myself. Going on a date with a fellow red head is akin to doing something that might cause me some sort of physical harm, like skydiving. Yeah it is exhilarating, but there is a possibility I might get killed. Sometimes it is worth it, just for the thrill.

Fun Times at San Dimas High!

Going to an International Business School where only 30% of us are American is fantastic. I learn all kinds of new things. Just the other day I came home with 4 duck tongues. I left them on the counter and now one is missing. I didn't tell my roommates what they were. To be honest, it looks like a beef jerky packet. I wonder who ate it, and I wonder if they'll eat another. I might give it a go, but to be honest, they are a little bit scary. Who knew there was a market for individually wrapped duck tongues! I could maybe understand bulk, for stew and such, but individual tongues?!

Enough of that. Now to the real meat of my post. There are plenty of students that attend my school that are either from communist countries or were once part of the Soviet Bloc. As an interesting note, Chinese students are required to take Principles of Marxism as undergraduates. There are also plenty of students from Russia, Bulgaria, Eastern Europe, etc.

Okay the stage is now set. I was in the Bloomberg lab working with my Chinese partner. We were figuring out some numbers on a case about bad real estate loans. The fun started when student 1 and student 2 started chatting. Student 1 was trying to polish pronunciation of some questionable phrases in student 2's language. It was immensely entertaining. You never know; knowing those phrases may come in handy.

The conversation moved to the how both of these students countries had a past with communism. It was entertaining to listen to their perspectives. Student 1 described the reactions of his grandmother when he tries to explain that communism didn't work. Apparently, she's still committed to the cause. However, I think it is awesome her grandson is studying finance at US university. Marx must be turning over in his grave. Student 2 was talking about how hard it is to have a high powered government job, unless you're connect to the main communist governing body.

I'm amazed by the diversity of the student body. It is great to see the ironies, histories, and struggles of so many different countries. I hope that the students enjoy their stay in the US, and learn a little bit more about how the US works. I enjoy the other student. Knowing the backgrounds of other people is helpful and I think is broadening my view of the world.

Welcome 2011!

How about that? I missed January! I'm off to a great start. Unfortunately for those that read my blog I don't do New Year's resolutions. This means I'm not bound by any type of commitment to blog.

Also, I've been trying to come to terms with some blogging etiquette. A large amount of my time is spent dating, or at least that's where the best potential stories come from. What are my limits? I fear the page creepers. Recently I removed my blog address from my facebook account and made it so people couldn't search for my blog. I'm reversing this. Though I'm not sure I should. i primarily did it so various HR places couldn't find me when they run my name through search engines. Though it may come up for other more incriminating searches. I think I may have done this too late. I checked my blog stats and I've been found through google.com.uk. I also wanted some privacy; primarily because I wanted to start ranting about my dating life. By the way, if any potential employers read this I promise not to write any thing about work. Only how awesome it is!

As for writing about dating, I'm afraid I'd meet the girl of my dreams and she would read about one of our early dates - they're never great - and end the relationship. I guess if she did it over that she wouldn't really be that great. However, if that did happened I would move to a cabin in Montana.

This is a basic finance problem. I'm averse to the risk of getting caught, but the benefit of writing awesome stuff, dating, almost makes it worth it. I just need to figure out my A. I see some up side and some down. I'm really looking to be a blog superstar, and I'm fairly sure my dating stories would get me there. I'm sure my future post on women criteria will be a hit. Yes, I will provide a decision making tree.