I'm not your typical white girl. Or maybe I am. I was born and raised in Southern California, but both my parents are immigrants. I feel heavily influenced by their ethnic upbringing, especially with my mom. As a little boy, my dad left the Soviet Union after World War II. My mom came from Rhodesia (the year before it became Zimbabwe) when she was my age. Somehow they met. Somehow they liked each other. Then I came along.

Unlike the previous CalStuff writers, I'm categorically different. I'm not Jewish, I'm not a guy, and I'm not in a fraternity. I'm actually not that political either. What categories do I fit in? Well, I live in a co-op for starters (an all-women's one at that). I have a part-time job. I major in English. I rinse and never repeat.

I'm here to stop the sausagefest, though I do love a tasty sausage. I don't get enough meat living in a co-op. If you haven't realized already, I love sexual innuendo.

I also love talking about sex. The next step, obviously, was to proclaim this love on the Internet. I do so here, on my sex blog.

My childhood was spent being spoiled rotten and getting every little girl's dream. Yes, I had PowerWheels. And a My Size Barbie, too. Jealous? I started riding horses at age 5, took lessons every Saturday until age 13, and still ride a little now and then. I was pampered with a pony for Christmas, and when I outgrew that, I had my own horse for my birthday. Oh, you hate me now, don't you?

I grew up amid a large Chinese community. There were more boba places than Starbucks in my town (5 within walking distance of my house). I became a minority in my high school -- the smart white girl.

I found my niche late in high school when I joined the school's TV news program. I reviewed movies, anchored in the studio, edited video, directed the studio, and produced full 15 minute shows every week. It was the first time I was able to be vocal and to be opinionated.

At Cal I make an art of stressing. There's no TV show to worry about anymore, but there's plenty other time-wasters. I'm a social manager at my house, so I have to plan parties and try not to cringe when the spasmodic co-op dancing emerges. I work at a local clothing store, trying to be hip and not look like crap after sleeping for only 4 hours. I play online poker for fake money, though really I should do it for real. (I'll whoop your ass anytime.) I am also a part of Vagina Monologues and rehearse every so often for that. I'm not too into the vagina love -- mine's the only good one. In between all of that, I have astronomical amounts of reading that doesn't always get done.

I want to see CalStuff expand, get more writers serious about blogging, and increase its readership. CalStuff has come back alive, but unlike Frankenstein, it ain't ugly, it won't fail, and it ain't afraid of no fire. Well, okay, maybe a little.