...to make me treat you so bad? I'm the kind of person who doesn't tell people what she expects from them. You know me. If they don't do what I want (or would greatly like) them to do, then that's what happens. I might not like it, but I don't say anything about it. Therefore, peace reigns over most of the life I live. Why, then, am I in love with a boy who does the exact opposite from my internal nature? He expects so much from me--but wait. Maybe he doesn't, really. Maybe that's just what I think. I don't really know what to think. I don't know if I should start telling him what I want and getting really mad at him when he doesn't (or can't) do what I want or try to convince him to be more like me. But with the former I wouldn't be myself anymore and with the latter he wouldn't be himself anymore. I don't want to make him change if he doesn't want to, and I don't really want to change (other than the fact that doing something like that is completely against my nature, we fight enough already with just him getting mad at me). I'm meek and mild, and he's the Trojan War. Why did the Greeks have to mess it all up?! So last night Kate and I went to see 'Flower Drum Song' at the Music Hall in Fair Park. It was...so awesomely amazing. Chinese people singing and dancing around on stage to a live orchestra. It was the best thing EVER. And not only did we get to see dancing singing Chinese people, we got lost on the way home and we were verbally assaulted by some drunk guys while we were trying to find a place to park. On the menu for the morrow: new and improved Strong Bad email to brighten my cold hard day.