Ever since I was about 8 years old, my family would go to the Chinese New Year Festival held at some community college in far far farrrrr Miami. Every year, it's like a tradition, and usually tons of fun. There is food everywhere, fun things to buy, people to see, stuff. But this year it was bland. I mean yeah, I ate some good food, but I just did not enjoy the experience as I did in previous years. Ari was supposed to come with me today but that didn't work out. Melissa was there with me but then she had to watch her little brothers so I walked around with my folks. And another thing...the place was crazy packed. It's gotten so popular, definitely weird. There were a lotttttt of "American" people there, definitely weird too. We didn't stay for the show (same crazy chinese acrobats every year) and I took quite a lovely nap on the ride back home. That's about it.

I got my annual lychee icecream, and it was delicious.


So in conclusion, white people LOVE Chinese culture.
Oh and I'm not sick anymore, it pretty much rules.
Over and out.