More proof

The other day I was looking at pictures on our computer and I came across this picture of my dearest friend Mark that Karly took at his graduation. My mom was sitting on the couch a little ways across the room, and she looked over at the computer right as I pulled up this picture. "Oh," she said in surprise, "is that you?"

"No, Mom." I told her. "That's definitely my best friend Mark."

Apparently I look Asian.

You probably didn't know that...

I have a soft spot in my heart for (most) pariahs and forest rangers.

I can't stand leaving the house without making my bed first. If my bed is left unmade, I will be distracted all day just thinking about it.

I am a firm believer that if backpacks are going to have extra straps, they need to have a sternum strap AND a belt strap-not one or the other.

When I play Kirby's Air Ride, I have to get all the red boxes. Can't pass one up.

I am not Asian. Contrary to popular belief.

I have a bruise on my right leg that is never going to go away.

Sometimes, I go to the Orem High scene shop when I'm bored. And I know their fight song better than my alma mater's.

I like sour cream.

I was not born in Casterbridge, even though it's hard to tell ;)

I'm a bad Irish dancer. I'm a good clogger, who fakes Irish. Seriously.

I guess I really am Asian

Date: June 8th
Time: 7:30 AM
Location: Elevator; Residence Inn; Anaheim, CA
Main characters: Me, Asian twins (girls, about one year old)
Supporting actors: Asian grandparents, Asian mother

So, one bright and cold morning, I decided to voyage down to the breakfast area. I was by myself, not a big deal, but my elevator stopped on the 5th floor. Again, no big deal. 5 people got on, with two very cute Asian twins. They (the babies) were kinda toddling around the elevator. Eventually (within 5 seconds) they started babbling to me in their native tongue. They were cute, so clearly I had to converse with them. I waved, and smiled, and said stuff like, "Hi! Hello!" in a baby voice, you know. All too soon, our elevator reached the main level. As the twins made their way out of the elevator, their mother turned to me and said, "They were calling you 'Auntie'".

...I'm Asian? That brings our total to 3 lovely people who have mistaken my nationality for Asian. Not like there's anything wrong with that, Mark has me totally convinced of the awesomeness of Asians.