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!