Where the fuck have you been, Hae Jung?
I'm sure many of you (or none of you, whatever) have been wondering where I have been for the past few weeks. Let me break it down for you in a quick run because I'm not at my own computer right now (per usual).
I went to Thailand/Singapore/Japan(ish) with Jon and his family and had and had an amaziiiing time. After some complications with our plane from Tokyo, I ended up back in Los Angeles on Saturday then slept straight through the rest of the weekend (I'm not kidding).
Monday, hardcore FlessFless, Fania, and I met up in Santa Monica for some shopping, iPod fixage, Urth Caffe, and a night time visit to the beach. The rest of the week was pointless (some working, some packing for school, etctera).
Friday, I lied to the housing administration in order to move in early (something along the lines of a family member's funeral), got my shit together in my room, then bolted out of there to meet Jon & family at the Hollywood Bowl. As soon as I got home from that, Kendra picked me up. Of course, we headed over to Occidental for some good times followed by a random ass roadtrip to San Francisco/Berkeley that started at 2 in the morning and ended at 8 after several visits to sketchy gas stations for chinese fire drills.
Basically, all of Saturday has been a long, sleep deprived, but fucking incredible acid trip of a day. We woke Carol's ass out of her bed, she made us chocolate pancakes, then let us pass out in her living room. Afterwards, we spent the whole day loitering around San Francisco, catching the [gay] Love Parade, and playing with Zeke the amazing zebra. I'm pretty much broke after our trip to San Francisco Amoeba. Mmrrrph.
Some highlights of the day because I'm too tired to write anything coherently (keep in mind I haven't actually slept in 48+ hours): Kendra got a lap dance at Steps of Rome after dinner, an Italian waiter licked tiramisu off of her face, Haight & Ashbury, a shitload of public transportation, crashed a 90's "Clueless" themed birthday party for someone I don't know where we stole ice cream and did sommersaults in the hallway, played "find the nipple" in the freezing cold, and sang along loudly to "Tiny Dancer."
I am so fucking tired and I reek of alcohol, coffee, and cigarettes. My life is a joke.
For you kids at home, I miss you and I'll be home Monday, I promise.
The End.
P.S. Carol, why are you so fantastic?
I went to Thailand/Singapore/Japan(ish) with Jon and his family and had and had an amaziiiing time. After some complications with our plane from Tokyo, I ended up back in Los Angeles on Saturday then slept straight through the rest of the weekend (I'm not kidding).
Monday, hardcore FlessFless, Fania, and I met up in Santa Monica for some shopping, iPod fixage, Urth Caffe, and a night time visit to the beach. The rest of the week was pointless (some working, some packing for school, etctera).
Friday, I lied to the housing administration in order to move in early (something along the lines of a family member's funeral), got my shit together in my room, then bolted out of there to meet Jon & family at the Hollywood Bowl. As soon as I got home from that, Kendra picked me up. Of course, we headed over to Occidental for some good times followed by a random ass roadtrip to San Francisco/Berkeley that started at 2 in the morning and ended at 8 after several visits to sketchy gas stations for chinese fire drills.
Basically, all of Saturday has been a long, sleep deprived, but fucking incredible acid trip of a day. We woke Carol's ass out of her bed, she made us chocolate pancakes, then let us pass out in her living room. Afterwards, we spent the whole day loitering around San Francisco, catching the [gay] Love Parade, and playing with Zeke the amazing zebra. I'm pretty much broke after our trip to San Francisco Amoeba. Mmrrrph.
Some highlights of the day because I'm too tired to write anything coherently (keep in mind I haven't actually slept in 48+ hours): Kendra got a lap dance at Steps of Rome after dinner, an Italian waiter licked tiramisu off of her face, Haight & Ashbury, a shitload of public transportation, crashed a 90's "Clueless" themed birthday party for someone I don't know where we stole ice cream and did sommersaults in the hallway, played "find the nipple" in the freezing cold, and sang along loudly to "Tiny Dancer."
I am so fucking tired and I reek of alcohol, coffee, and cigarettes. My life is a joke.
For you kids at home, I miss you and I'll be home Monday, I promise.
The End.
P.S. Carol, why are you so fantastic?