You know, for the longest time I've said I'm a horrible person because I've inherited too much of my father's persona.
This has been the one thing thats made me meek and timid, quiet and unnoticed. I go by unnoticed, distinguished barely by my size.
I love the song "Good for Your Soul" by Oingo Boingo, because its pretty much relevent to my current situation. What do you do when you're completely infatuated with someone and at the same time for the same reason keep yourself from pursuing that person.
But yeah, no one cares about the beaner who looks like a russian.