Wait so my baby brother was born a few days ago.

Well it's been a while since I've posted here, so a lot to talk about.

Summer is entering into the phase where, as someone anonymously said, laziness finds respect, an excuse I've been working hard to fight... until now. These past few days, I've realized I've slowly lost track of time, the sequence of events that constitute my daily life. Every day my body is adhering to a wash-rinse-repeat algorithm. My mind wanders when doing problems, and I've gone more inclined to bash (speaking of which, I should prob learn to complex and bary soon) as opposed to think and be creative (despite what Paul Zeitz says). My butt has become more sensitive to my chair and I've gone more inclined to walking around. My concentration level has gone down, and my overall motivation level is decreasing, rapidly. My speech is cluttering, and for anonymous reasons I feel more awkward talking to myself at night nowadays. My thoughts on the treadmill has turned from "get killed you :swear: body fat" to "ugh when will this be over." To top it off, my dad is busy setting appointments with doctors all over Shanghai as well as visiting my stepmom everyday (see below) so there's no longer anyone screaming at me to prep for SATs or do AP Chem summer homework, an excessive amount of individual freedom I'm not used to. Slowly, my anger and adrenaline formerly my fuel for motivation is fading away, replaced by languor and dreariness, and most of all, loneliness.

It's off-season for math competitions, and yet, I feel like next season is just around the corner. Just curious, how many of you boys out there are with me?

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Second piece of news I haven't really mentioned here before is that my stepmom got pregnant 8 months ago (in fact, a year ago the marriage didn't even happen yet). Yesterday, I visited my brother (below) for the first time in the hospital.

I'm also assigned the task of giving him an English name. My first few proposals -- Kobe, Michael Jr. didn't make very far, so this definitely ain't easy...

He's born a month early, and is 50 cm long, but only 2.7 KG, and this morning he was sent back into the incubator. My first impression of him was how delicate he is. His head is only slightly bigger than my palm, and his skin is softer than fabric. His fingers is like the size of two thumbs and are like transparent.

So yea, as you can see, I'm awkward as **** around kids so I can't provide much aside from a physical description, lol.

Now how do I go about making him an IMO gold medalist...