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??