So the "holiday season" will soon be over. I have mixed feelings about it. I guess for some reason I didn't really get "into the spirit" of things...well, except when I was reading Chicken Soup for the Soul: Christmas Treasury (it was a gift, thank you very much).

Anyways, yesterday was okay. I spent the day stress-free for the most part, NOT like Thanksgiving at all. I made four dishes: honey glazed ham (I made the glaze all on my own, without a recipe), rosemary potatoes, chocolate pie and chocolate cake. So I wasn't running around frantically, until my psycho mother came home and started calling me worthless again.

**Side story: The next destination for my student teaching is Norcross HS. It's about 30 minutes from my house, so I've been thinking about moving towards that direction. Once I told my parents about moving out, my mother pounced on me and said, "Well, if you move out, you have to take your sister with you. We don't want you in the house anyway." So last night when she came home, she got super psycho about cleaning the house and cooking. Well, at least that's what it started out as. Then it became, "What have you been doing all day, I bet you were watching tv all day, why didn't you clean like I told you to, you don't ever do anything to help out, you wanna move out, but with the money that you pay for rent you could help us, but you don't ever think about helping us out, blah, blah, blah." And then she went on to scream about how I get to do whatever I want, never putting my parents' needs into consideration. SIGH...yeah, that made me feel really good.

So after that episode, our guests came, and of course, she put on her fucking friendly face like nothing bad ever happens in our house. I FUCKING HATE IT WHEN SHE DOES THAT. ARRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....

On a brighter note, here's what I got for Christmas: a really cute purse from the GAP, a purse from GUESS that looks like it used to belong to a dominatrix, two cookbooks, some cool "rosemary and mint" scented stuff from AVEDA (I told Andrew that it's gonna make me smell like the potatoes in the oven), a sweater, Allure from Chanel (YAAAAAAAY!!!), the Chicken Soup for the Soul book, an ornament, a sewing board, candy...and I think that's it.

Anyways,

This whole Christmas thing is getting out of hand. I'm getting stressed for some reason. I really don't think I've ever been stressed during Christmas.

Anyways, I've been irritated all day long. It started yesterday, really, when the brakes started making weird noises. I bought the car six months ago! It's not supposed to be doing that! So today, the noises got even worse, and listening to it while I was driving put me in a really pissy mood. And then, I couldn't find the Christmas music book that I needed, and then my student kept fucking up the notes on the page during the lesson, and then I had to drive all the way out to Decatur to pick up my dad, so I had to listen to my car some more, and then my parents gave me a really hard time about me wanting to move out. ARRRGGHHH...why do they do that?? I mean, it's not like they'll never see me again or something. It's not like I'm walking out of their lives. Can't they see that I'm stuck with them forever??

Now I smell bad. GREAT.

Eric and I went food shopping in three different food stores today. And then we spent the rest of the day/evening making food. We made too much food and we have lots of left overs. Yay.

I think I'm psycho. If I am, I get it from my mother. But I think my sister got most of the psycho gene.

Couple things that I've been thinking about:

1. Why do girls have to try harder than guys? The other day was my last day at Mabry, and I made cookies and brownies for the kids. All the girls wanted the small cookies while the boys wanted the biggest ones. These are freakin' middle schoolers! Why do they care so much about body image? I'll tell you why - FREAKIN' BRITTANY SPEARS AND HER FAKE-ASS, BARBIE-LIKE, I DON'T EAT ANYTHING BUT LETTUCE AND TUNA BODY. *ahem*....as I was saying, that whole thing got me thinking about how f***ed up society is, and I feel very sorry for all those poor children who are being born into it.
And on top of that, you know what my mom said to me today? She said, "You know, you should really start wearing make-up. You're at that age now." Would she be saying anything like that to me if I were a boy? I mean, obviously most boys don't wear make-up, but you know what I mean. I don't think she'd give a damn.
So here's what I've decided. I'm not gonna wear make-up on a regular basis until Andrew does (and that's Andrew Parsons, not Andrew Kang, because Andrew Kang might actually start wearing make-up (hehe...I love you, gurl!)).

2. I really suck at decorating cookies.

3. I need a nose job.

4. I also need a boob job.

5. Damnit, I'm falling into that whole "body image" thing.

6. I'm stupid.

So I had a gig today, and I went to a high school orchestra concert tonight. A couple thoughts about the day's events:

1. Cello is hot. There's nothing hotter than a guy in a tux playing a cello. Well, of course he has to look like he knows what he's doing. He certainly wouldn't look hot if he looked like a damn chicken playing the cello. Either way, I've decided that a cellist is a necessity. I need one in my living room constantly, to play Bach for me whenever I want him to.

2. Why do boys in high school look like grown men? That's just wrong.

3. I'm really angry at my parents for not starting me on cello when I was eight. I think I'd make a decent cellist. Hmm...I wonder what life would be like if I had played cello instead of violin...

4. Andrew needs to learn how to play cello.

Well, that's about it. And Vicki...I don't think I'd EVER desire anything like that. EW.

I've been having super strange dreams lately...where do dreams come from?

So the other night, I bought this coat that I've been drooling over for the past year. I originally saw it at Banana Republic, but I bought this one at Macy's, it's Reaction by Kenneth Cole. I got it for a decent price considering it's Kenneth Cole. It's a wool, cream color coat that goes down to my knees, with cream colored buttons down the front.
(Are ya happy now, Vicki? I mean, I know you wanna talk about clothes and fashion and other girly stuff, but goodness...can't we save it for our phone conversations so people don't know that we're talking about that stuff?)

Anyways....whoa! Russion Sailor's dance just came on NPR! Man. This brings back memories. Oh yes, by the way, if anyone has gigs they need a violinst for, please let me know, because I need to play...ANYTHING. Violin's become this thing that I pick up time to time only to demonstrate how to play Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star for my students. Isn't that sad?? Can we please get together and play some real music?

So my concert with Mabry is tomorrow night. I'll be conducting Brandenburg 3 with the 8th grade orchestra, so if you'd like a good laugh tomorrow night, I'll be giving you plenty of opportunity to do it. I always kinda feel silly waving my arms around like that.

Anyways, I've been doing a lot of thinking lately...life is strange, eh? Still stranger are people. It's funny how you lose touch with people who you used to be very close to. Sometimes when you get back together with those people, it's almost like times haven't changed at all, but then there are others where you can't have a conversation for longer than five minutes without the awkward silence (whoa, almost forgot how to spell 'awkward' there). I wish I could just keep in touch with everyone that I meet...well, not EVERYONE. Because there are some people that I don't really care for at all, and I'm sure there are people out there that don't really care much for me. Hmm...I wonder how many people feel that way about me. I HAVE been pissing a lot of people off lately. I've been so grumpy lately. Why am I such a bitch?

Oh yeah, for those of you who are keeping score, I started my period today. HOORAY! That means I'm not pregnant! That's good news, because if I was pregnant, that means I'd be carrying the next son of God, and who wants that kinda pressure? And I think if I were ever to become the mother of a devine being, I'd be expected to be a virgin for the rest of my life because the former mother of God's Son was. Dude...NO WAY.

I'm at the middle school right now. I just ran the entire 8th grade orchestra period by myself. How exciting. Yay. It actually went fairly smoothly. Sometimes I really feel like I'm being a complete bitch to the kids. It's like everything that I hated about my past orchestra directors is coming back to haunt me. How can I be nice to the kids and shut them up at the same time? How can I get the kids to like me without being too soft? Goodness...

Anyways, this whole student teaching experience has kinda made me think about teaching. I really wouldn't mind doing this for a living. Maybe I could be good at it. The keyword is "could." I'm definitely not ready for a group of my own yet. I have so much more to learn before I can have confidence in everything that I say and do in a classroom.

I have flea bites all over me. They're all over the fucking house! How can I get rid of them? I've tried everything I can think of...nothing works! ARGH...

So Thanksgiving's like over. What the crap. Soon, it'll be Christmas, then New Years, then my birthday (January 17th...*ahem*....), then Valentine's Day, then Easter, then....GRADUATION. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Okay, so it's time to ask the essential questions now. Number one: who am I really? Number two: am I good at anything aside from whining? Number three: how will I make enough money to buy all those snooty North Fulton County things that I desire for myself? So if anyone knows the answer to any of these questions, please let me know. I need some clarity in my life.

This past Saturday, John, Billy, Kimberly, Barbara, Dorothy, Miles, Amanda, Mike, Andrew and I went on a safari in Tiffany's grandmother's basement. While there, Barbara and Andrew went hunting for the mysterious "chocolate mousse thingie in a goblet," but it was never found...although, Barb just about passed out from the plate of strawberries next to chocolate fondue. Anyways, it was a jolly good time...the usual stuff, really...except John didn't hit on any under aged hotties (though there were plenty of under aged girls there), but he did go home with a really drunk, old man. BRILLIANT.

If there's one thing that I've learned from all those damn "social science" and "child developement" courses that I've had to take is that communication and respect are the two most important things that keep a family together and mostly functional. There's a slight problem with that when it comes to Asian families. We don't like to talk and most Asian cultures have a very distorted view of respect. Let me elaborate.

Communication: In the US, there's this thing where everyone gathers for dinner and shares things about their day, blah, blah, blah. If you think about it, it actually works. Having dinner with your kids every night actually keeps the family close to each other. It keeps the lines of communication open. For those of us who have Asian parents, and therefore are Asian, we don't get that kind of luxury. There are two reasons for this. Number one: Most of us who are the in between generation (1.5) to come to the US (not the first because our parents are the first, not the second because our children, who will be born in the States will the the second), have parents who are jobs that take up a lot of time. For example, my dad is a pastor of a Lutheran church, and my mom is an artist. Believe me, that don't bring in the dough. So they've (foolishly, I might add) invested in a restuarant. Yeah, and with this economy, it's not exactly booming. They get up early, they work late...it's not the ideal situation for us. We rarely have the chance to have a conversation, let alone have dinner together. And because of their lack of involvment in our lives, my sister has taken an interesting path in life. Let's just say she's not exactly following the "Asian way." I guess things would be better if we all tried to make an effort to talk to each other, except there's another twist to the story. Asians have a problem with communicating with their children. It's kinda like they don't really want to know what's going on with their kid's life, except they do, and when they do find out what their kid's up to, they criticize like crazy, even if it's a really good thing (like getting a good SAT score) or they yell at you for not being a good daughter because you're dating a white guy.
There's also this thing called "language barrier." It really sucks when you're trying to tell your parents something but they either don't understand or take it the wrong way because you don't know ONE FUCKING WORD in the sentence in Korean. The end.

Respect: For Asian people, adults are always right. You don't question an adult. In fact, you don't express your opinion to an adult. It's like if they say something to you that's completely offensive and demeaning, you just have to take it. I honestly don't understand why it has to be that way. In order for a family to work, there has to be mutual respect between the children and the parents. If the kids can't express their feelings about a situation, what the hell are they gonna grow up to be? They're either going to be mutes or completely resent their parents for exsisting and never take a single word they say to heart. Isn't that terrible?? Wouldn't you be terrified of one day having a family of your own if your family was like this?

There's nothing worse than feeling like your family is falling apart. It's like all the happiness has been sucked out of life, and you're left with nothing but cynicisim and resentment for those you care for and love. It's a true love/hate relationship...you hate them, but you can't live without them because they're your family.

I'm sick. I've got this cold or something, and I'm miserable. Someone come make me freakin' feel better.

Anyways, this weekend, Kimberly came to visit. I was trying plan a girls' night downtown, but nobody wanted to drive downtown or stay out late. So we went to dinner at El Azteca instead, then went over to Ross' to hang out. Yeah, we all stayed over there until like 1am. Couldn't stay out late, huh? So yeah, it wasn't exactly what I imagined doing while Kimberly was down here, but she got to hang out with all her friends, and she seemed really happy. I wish she'd come down here. She could ask for a transfer. I REALLY wish she would.

That was Saturday night. I went to bed around 1:30am and had to wake up at 7am to play at the First Baptist Church of Duluth for two services. So on 5 hours of sleep and a cold, I sat in the freezing cold church, patiently waiting for my turn (which, by the way, was at the very end of the service) to play. I think my cold got worse from sitting there in the cold. Right after that, I had to run over to Music and Arts to teach for 2 hours, THEN I went downtown to watch the orchestra concert. It was great! The orchestra sounds sooo much better than it did last year. I guess the director really does make a difference in what the orchestra sounds like. About 60% of last year's orchestra is still there, and they sound comepletely different. I was amazed.

After the concert, Andrew Kang, Martha and friends, my Andrew, Patrick, David oppa, Rosanna and I went to Ted's. Then a couple of us went to Sidebar for drinks. Man, Asian people can't drink. Rosanna got sick after a cocktail sized Buttery Nipple, Andrew got drunk after a Cosmopolitan and David oppa got all red and flushed after a Mudslide, then got gas from french fries. Yep, I've found my drinking buddies.

The Braves lost yesterday. BOOOO...why do they always choke right at the end?

I tried to post a comment on Vicki's blog, but I can't see it...does it mean that it didn't post?

Yesterday, Tiffany and Ross got engaged. YAY!!! Hurry up and set a date so we can start planning!

They've been together for three years now, which is about how long Andrew and I have been together. Does that mean Andrew and I should get married soon? Eh...we're still too young. I guess if we both had full time jobs it would be okay, but yeah. Right now, we're still trying to find out what we wanna be when we grow up.

Having all these friends who are engaged or married makes me feel super old. At the same time, I'm sooo not old. It's weird.

This past Saturday, Ross, Tiffany, Andrew and I tried to go to the symphony. The key word is tried. Lang Lang (yeah, yeah, yeah, hahaha, whatever) was playing this weekend. It was probably an awesome concert, and I was kinda excited about going to the symphony with not music people. Unfortunately, the symphony didn't play their concert on Thursday night (thanks, Ivan) so all those people went to the Friday/Saturday concerts.

We got there, and I have never seen Symphony Hall that packed. Inside, the line wrapped itself around the lobby. It was insane. AND to make it worse, all the damn student tickets were sold out, so if we were to have stood in line, we would've had to pay freakin' $50 for each ticket! I was like, "Oh helllllll no...that bitch'll come back to Atlanta." So we left.

In place of watching a small Chinese dude at the piano, we settled for fine Italian cuisine (Fellini's Pizza) and Loca Luna, which turned out to be a really bad combination, because greasy food + bad, overpriced drinks = unhappy tummy for Grace. Boooo...so we had to leave early from Loca Luna. DOUBLE BOOOOO. I've been hyping this place up so much to Tiffany, and we finally go...but we have to leave because of me. Oh, the irony.

*Funny/a little scary side story: On the way to Ross's from Loca Luna, Tiffany had to pee. It started out as, "Hey, I need to pee," and ended up as, "STOP THE F***ING CAR, I NEED TO F***ING PEE! DON'T F***CKING MESS WITH ME RIGHT NOW, BITCH!" (Okay, so maybe she didn't say all that, but you get the point). So we stopped at this restuarant in Dunwoody so she could pee....and she peed (or at least I'm assumming that she did...). The End.

Then on Sunday, it was sooo prettiful outside, that I actually wanted to do something "physically active." I wanted to climb Stone Mountain! Isn't that veerd?? Anyways, so Andrew and I were gonna go, but by the time I got to his house, my fat ass had convinced me not to go. So instead, we had dinner with Ross, Tiffany, Mike and Amanda at Chipotle. I had a HUGE burrito. Then we watched Kill Bill 2. Yay.

Yesterday, I went to Steak and Shake with Victor and Andrew. Victor was telling us about his skankiness, and then all of a sudden, it turned into Andrew and Victor talking about how hot this girl is. It made me feel really bad about myself. You know, this wouldn't've happened if I were a Victoria's Secret model. Oh why, oh why did I have to be born a squat Asian with tiny eyes and horse teeth??

I got a complaint from a friend yesterday that he's never in my blog...so here's a short advertisement on behalf of my friend.

Victor is the bestest person ever. He's really nice and...super. He wants a girlfriend, so if anyone's interested in an Asian man who's about as tall as me (but shorter) and has really big eyebrows, please let me know. I'll set you up. But if you don't have ankles, he won't like you. So make sure you have ankles. He's also really easily whipped. And he draws prettiful pictures of buildings. That's sexy.

Anyways, my sister brought home two little kitties. They're running around my room, chasing each other right now. I'm allergic. Yay.

So today's September 11th. It's been three years since it happened. I can't believe it's already been that long. I remember it happening like yesterday.

That was the same year that Andrew and I started dating. It's funny because when all that stuff happened on September 11th, I wasn't even thinking about Andrew or how he was gonna get home. I just got the hell out of town with Whitney. And then a month later, he and I are inseperable. Three years later, we're still that way. It hurts not to see him everyday like we're used to, but when I do see him, I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. He makes me so happy. I can't imagine being without him.

I'm glad things are the way they are. Last year, I was so confused about so many things. I'm still confused about what I want to do with my life, but that's normal, right? And as confused as I am, I'm content! It's not everyday I can say that.

It's been rainy for the past couple days. You know what that means - bad hair days. My hair sucks, and it's getting too long, but I don't want to cut it. Everyone keeps telling me that long hair looks good on me, even Victor, the advocate of short hair cuts for girls. Miles says that every few girls can get away with short hair, and I'm assuming that he isn't including me in those few. I wish I could just get new hair. I want Asian hair! All thick and shiny and jet black...maybe I could shave my head and see if it'll grow back that way. Eh...maybe not.

Student teaching is...uneventful. Mr. Doemel is a good teacher, but he's not very organized. It's really interesting because he and his wife are kick-ass brass players, but they both teach orchestra, and both their programs are really good.

I'm actually in the orchestra room right now. It's the planning period, so don't worry...it's not like I'm slacking off.

Damnit, it's cold in here!

Lately, I've been thinking about what's going to happen after this year. Andrew and I have talked about it, Victor and I have talked about it. Both of them seem so sure of what's going to happen. They both want to go to grad school for specific things. I want to go to graduate school too, but I don't know what for. Mr. Doemel, the guy that I'm student teaching with, was like, "Do performance for your masters...it's the easy way out, you just give a couple recitals and that's it." Yeah, that's actually what I want to do. I prefer performing over teaching. But I'm not good enough! Will I EVER be good enough?

The RNC is in New York City this year. That's pretty stupid. They're having a party for the people that want to kill anyone that's not white in the most accessible city in the world. Good job, guys...

I went down to Columbus the other day to audition for the Columbus Symphony. I played okay...I was pretty nervous so my bow was extra bouncy and my vibrato was too tight. Lucky for me, all the people who were "judging" were violinists. YAY. The coordinator lady said that those were the only people available for the auditions. If the people who are usually there were available, there would've been like a cellist and a trombonist and a percussionist, but noooo...all violinists, and I HAD to play the most played violin concerto EVER. Oh well.

Anyways, I went right after Daniel (we didn't know that was gonna happen), and afterwards, we went to Houlahans with Marcellino. When our waitress came by, I ordered a Long Island Ice Tea...and THEN she asked me if I wanted a PITCHER for a dollar more. It was only $6!! I was like, "Um...HELL YES...please." Yeah...it was big. I had the whole thing (with Daniel's help), but I didn't feel much.

After that, we went to Walmart to buy some things for Daniel's new apartment. He got some shower stuff, blah, blah, blah...and then we went into the nursery, and he got a plant. When I say plant, I don't mean a little pot of marigolds. I mean, a PLANT, like a fucking palm tree. Actually, I think he said it was a fern. We named it Fanny the Fern (I hope she's still alive).

Yesterday, I went downtown for a meeting for student teaching. After the meeting, we had another mini-meeting with our advisors, and THAT meeting was starting to piss me off a little bit. People were bringing up stuff about how the education program could improve, why teachers have left and how fucked up everything is right now. Yeah, guys...it's really gonna help complaining to the new guys about that. Like they know anything.

I went out to breakfast with Tiffany and Dorothy this morning. We sat at J. Christopher's for like 3 hours...I know our waitress wanted to kill us. I told Tiffany about the Bitch Hikus. She's asked me to demonstrate for her, so here it goes:

::Bitch Hiku for Tiffany::
Bitches eat breakfast,
J. Christophers, bee-otch,
Pancakes, bitch, pancakes

There ya go, Tiff. Enjoy :)

Today is the first day of school for all the little kiddies. Haha. We still have a couple weeks.

Whitney graduated yesterday. YAY for Whitney! I'm so proud of her. As a graduation present, her parents flew Bill in for a couple days. It was a surprise. Her mom invited her out for lunch, and Bill was there. Isn't that sweet? He got her a bracelet as a graduation present. It's really prettiful.

She had a party yesterday. We had BBQ and went swimming. Bill and Andrew ended up playing chess for awhile. They're big nerds :) Whitney says that's what makes them cute.

Andrew and I went to Brevard, NC yesterday to see Andrew's sister, Catherine. The drive up there was soo pretty. It was like 75 degrees in the mountains! If everyday could be 75 degrees down here, I would be a very happy person. The roads were "wavy" as Andrew called it, so it was a little scary driving. Thankfully, Andrew drove both up and down the mountain. I only drove on the highway.

It took forever to get up there because the main road that we were supposed to take was closed due to an accident, so we had to take this road (then we got lost) that took us three times longer to get to our destination. But we got there just in time to see the last bit of Catherine's rehearsal. They were playing some hard music for high schoolers. Oh well.

While Andrew and Catherine were in the rec room playing PingPong, I watched some of the college group's rehearal. I saw Daniel there. Isn't that funny? I wasn't expecting to see him there. We both kinda looked at each other like, "What the hell?", and after rehearsal, we talked a little, and then we went out to dinner. Catherine wanted to go to this place called Twin Dragon. It's this huge Chinese buffet place that looks like a car dealership from the outside (it probably used to be). The food was okay, I guess. None of us really ate that much.

We got back to the camp, and watched a chamber music recital that Daniel was actually playing in. So I guess if we wouldn't've seen each other at the rehearsal, we would've seen each other at the recital. Anyways, they played really well.

We left the recital early because we didn't wanna drive down the mountain in the dark. I'm really glad we left when we did because by the time we got to the bottom of the mountain, it was dark.

During the car ride, Andrew and I had this "discussion" about whether the language spoken in this country (aka English) should be called English or American. It kinda got me upset, but then to make it worse, we had that discussion about discrimination on different levels. Arrrghh...afterwards, he says, "If we got married, we'd have really stubborn kids." Damn straight. Between his Irish genes and my Korean genes, our kids are gonna be REAL hard headed.

I think I'm gonna get another Corolla...probably a 2004 Corolla. Man, buying a car sucks. They cost too much! If we all lived in the world of Harry Potter, we wouldn't need cars. We'd just poof ourselves to the place where we need to be.

Oh yeah...speaking of Harry Potter....

Andrew, Kevin, Kim, Bob Gloria, Laura and I went to the midnight showing of it last Thursday night. We ran into Nan there (she had been there since 10pm, standing in line), Miles (who was dressed up as Harry) and Louise (she was there with another guy...poor Miles). Andrew, Gloria, Laura and I were dressed up. It was really cute (and dorky) because Andrew was Harry Potter and I was Cho Chang, Harry's crush/girlfriend in the 3rd, 4th and 5th books. Yeah...it was cute. Anyways, this lady from the AJC took our picture, and we're gonna be in the Access Atlanta section of the AJC this Thursday! So everybody buy a copy! Wait...that's only if I look cute in the pictures. I haven't seen them, so for all I know, I could look like a pig in the pictures. Oh god...

It's been almost a month since my accident, and I still don't have a car. I feel like such a bum! I can't do things that I need to get done because I don't have a car. Arrrgh. How frustrating.

Andrew and I went down to Griffin with Bob the other day. We were supposed to go swimming, but it was like 70 degrees outside, so we played games and ate South Beach friendly foods. Oh yeah, we went out into the woods because Bob's mom lost her glasses while berry picking. Something bit my lower lip, and now there are bumps all over my lips. Maybe I should get this checked out....stupid woods...

This past weekend was the long awaited GMEA Conference in Savannah. I guess it was fun. Ya know...seminars, lectures, concerts, under aged drunkards running around...same old, same old. I was a wee bit more productive this year. I actually went to the convention and did stuff. I saw concerts...I saw Mark O'Connor! Yay! He's just really freakin' good.

Time's running out. I feel pressure. Arrghh! I need more time.

There's too much going on. I don't like it. There's never enough time during the day. AARRRGH...

It's only the beginning of the semester, and I'm already getting sick of everything.

Things that have happened in the past whenever:

1) Dena's dad was murdered by some punk with a gun. Are a couple hundred dollars really worth taking someone's life?

2) School started. It's a bitch.

3) Orchestra's even worse.

4) My birthday was on Saturday. It was sooo much fun. It was seriously the most fun I've ever had. The alcohol helped.

5) My parents are remodeling the restuarant. It sucks.

6) My senior recital's on the 17th of April~! 7:30pm, Recital Hall. Be there or I'll kick your ass.

That's all for now. Could someone come over and thaw my toes?