I just had an incredible, eye-opening experience.
I went to the grocery store to buy some unsalted butter for the pound cake that I was going to make (plans were interrupted, unfortunately, by my mother who said it wasn't needed anymore, which is just wrong because Nonnie's (Andrew's grandmother) pound cake is a necessity in everyday life if you ask me), and I passed by the deli, and saw that they had fresh tortellini. I decided to buy some for lunch. Beside the pasta, they had different sauces: marinara, alfredo, regular tomato and pesto. Ah, yes...pesto...my enemy since my early days in college. I tried it once at Eat's, and NEVER AGAIN. It was the worst thing I had ever tasted, EVER. Just looking at it made me feel sick. It looked and tasted like...well, ass. Vomit. Whatever's disgusting to you.

Anyways, I've been trying to be a little bit more open minded about food lately, especially since I was completely wrong about fish tacos and pho (yes, there was a time when I hate pho...blasphemy, I know), so I decided to get the pesto...and alfredo as a back up. I couldn't look at it for too long, so I just threw it into my basket and ignored it until I got home.
At home, I got the pasta ready and put spoons in the little containers that had the sauces. I spooned a little pesto over my perfect little tortellini. I sniffed it...and it didn't smell like ass. So I licked my fork...and it didn't taste like ass. So I ate a tortellini that was half covered in the pesto and BAM! It was GOOOOOOD. So many flavors bursting in my mouth...it was awesome.

So there ya go. My pesto experience. Go get some right now. It's REALLY good.

Currently, I am in the middle of trying to find a job for next year...and it's not an easy task. Too many decisions (whew...took me a while to remember how to spell that) to make...and I guess I'm not too good that doing that. There are a lot of people going through that right now, though. There's a teacher at my school that's going through a similar situation, except not really. She's like this world-class athlete, and she might be chosen to be a part of the US team for an international competition, but if she is chosen, she'll have to be out of school for a month, and the principal won't allow that. So now she has to make this decision (didn't take as long this time) of what she wants. Yeah, my decisions (yay! got it right the first time!) aren't quite so...life changing, I guess.

Weddings have been swimming around my head in the past couple days. I think it's fairly ridiculous that people spend so much damn money on one day. I just wanna take them by the shoulders and shake them really hard saying, "WHAT ABOUT THE REST OF YOUR LIVES??"

I'm soooo excited about the weekend. It's nice and rainy outside, and I'm going to savor every single minute of it.

I read Vicki's entry about Valentine's day, and I've been thinking...I think I should be the female version of "Hitch." It wouldn't be bad to get paid for things like that.

Victor, stop lying to your girlfriend...never a romantic?? Puh-leeze...you've got more girly genes than I do.

Yesterday was Valentine's Day. Yes, an extremely overrated holiday that was made up by chocolatiers, florists and Hallmark. Who is Valentine anyway? Oh well...Andrew and I celebrate every year anyway. It's just a nice way to spend some quality time together, ya know?

So I made dinner, which was absolutely fabulous, and we watched a movie. The movie, not so fabulous. We watched Must Love Dogs. And I thought one can never go wrong with a John Cusack movie, but I was wrong. He was as good as he could be with the crappy script that he had. And Diane Lane was MUCH better in Unfaithful. Overall, not a good movie. Don't watch it.

Mmm...fish tacos...

Last night, I had pho with Barbara (by the way, Gloria just found out last night, after YEARS of eating pho that it's not pronounced "pho" with a long "o" but "phuh"...she's so damn special). We were talking about this and that, and somehow the topic of Asian boys came up. She brought up an interesting point. She said that most Korean boys are jerks to their girls. I really wanted to defend the Korean male population, but I couldn't come up with anything. I think what she said is true. Most Korean men I know are grown ups with kids and wives, and they're old and FOB. Old, FOBs definitely don't treat their women the way they should (or the way I think they should). They still have this mentality of men being more superior, women need to stay at home and make him some rice, blah, blah, blah...it's rather backwards if you ask me. And the other (younger) Korean guys I know kinda come off as jerks, too. So I've come to the conclusion that yes, Korean guys are jerks. I don't think they can help it. It's probably just...I dunno...in their blood? Whatever. I'm not dating one.

On a side note, my student wouldn't open the door to her house last night because she thought I was an Indian man. I mean, really...do I look like Naveen??

Okay, so let me explain the happening of the past couple days.

1. My sister auditioned for this Korean style American Idol on Friday evening. It was sponsored by KTN (Korean Television Network), which is located in Duluth. They have their own station and everything, which we have (Comcast, 390).
Anyways, she was one of 70 that auditioned, and one of 23 that made it through to the final round. The concert was...okay. I mean, there were some really good singers and everything, but the concert as a whole was entirely too long and the MC SUCKED. Gloria sang very well. She was super nervous because she was singing a Korean song, and she was afraid that she would forget the words, but she didn't forget the words. After she sang, the MC said that she was born in the US, and she can speak, read and write Korean. My mom and I looked at each other and just about laughed out loud. Gloria? Read and write Korean? Riiight...
After 3.5 hours of torture, the concert finally ended, and they announced the final 6, then the final 2, then the winner. It was pretty stupid. The girl that won didn't even sing all that well. In fact, while she was singing, I didn't think that she would place. It's like the judges don't know what real talent sounds like. Either way, Gloria didn't place, but she did sing very well. I'm glad she entered because I think it gave her more confidence to enter more contests, and it also made her realize the things that she needs to work on (like, learning how to speak Korean properly).

2. SUPERBOWL!! Richard had a party. It was fun. I ate way too much. The Seahawks didn't win...but I thought the Steelers deserved it. They had some very interesting plays. The refs REALLY didn't want the Seahawks to win. Maybe Matt Hassleback's baldness offended them or something.

Dear Paula,

Please ignore my friends, especially the one called Bob. He didn't mean that about your chicken.

TRIPLE love,
Grace

PS: The one called Victor is super Asian and he thinks he's the tallest Asian but he's not.

This past weekend, we had our annual trip down to Savannah for the GMEA Conference. Man...it sure was a good time :) We tried to go to Paula Deen's restaurant again (The Lady and Sons') but once again, we did not make it in. There was a two hour wait, and we had a seminar to attend. So I'm thinking about writing her a letter. It'll be something like this:

Dear Paula Deen,

My name is Grace. I've been trying to eat at your restaurant the past 5 times I've been to Savannah, and I have yet to walk through the front door because of the wait. This is terribly upsetting because I am a big fan of your show, and I would like to try your food. Please come to my house and cook for me.

Love, Grace

PS: It would be great if you could cook something that didn't involve so much butter. My dad has high blood pressure and my sister thinks that she needs to have her gall bladder removed.