Motivation? A random ramble on the prospects of my future -

So, I have almost all B's, and my parents are going nuts.
It's not that I'm stupid, I get 99%s on most tests and stuff. It's just that I don't do my homework and sometimes I don't like the topic so I just flunk a few tests, flunk a few essays.
I just can't take school seriously.

It was fine in middle school, but not in high school.

And the problem is, I really don't mind my grades. I look at my transcript, a literal 'bae baht' as us Koreans say. (It's a Korean pun, means field of pears. Pears=bae which sounds like B's. So, literally, a field of B's.) And I feel sorry for my parents that they have to put up with the most un-asian, un-nerdy, un-studious un-little child ever, but besides that, I just don't care.
I think about all those frightening rumors that float around in the Korean ajuma (mom) society. About disobedient sons and daughters who didn't listen to their parents like a good Asian kid, who didn't get all A's and AP courses and 4.8 GPAs, those kids that went to the local college here in my town or to a faraway, no-name state university...

And I think, "What's wrong with that?"
I mean, I really don't care as long as I'll have a roof over my head, a floor under my feet, something to eat and a computer WITH INTERNET.

And then I feel bad, because I don't know what IS wrong with that. But somehow, it feels wrong. Do I need motivation or what. Or maybe that's just my Asian upbringing, with all my smart Asian friends. But it feels wrong and I sure don't wanna end up a hobo or the talk of the ajumas:
"So-and-so didn't make it to Stanford OR Berkeley OR SJSU OR Mit!"
"So-and-so didn't even get into a state university!"
"So-and-so went to THIS college! -gasp-"
"So-and-so's parents must be so ashamed of so-and-so..."

I guess my real problem is, half of me wants to be a good, smart doctory-type Asian, the other half just wants to have fun forever (which is impossible). And each half is preventing the other from going all the way overboard.

I guess there is no true happy medium.

Whatever must be, will be, I suppose. For now, I'll just sit at the computer, trying to make sense of Java and getting distracted.