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obligatory friends post

I recently re-ordered the pictures at the top of my facebook profile.

this thing, you know?

each picture I put there represents a) a good part in my life and b) a group I can depend on and makes me feel like me.

I feel like elaborating on that a bit.

The first pic:

This one was snapped last night at the Homecoming Block Party. the guys of VASA, represent! we didn't really have any whole-group pics including the girls, aha. now what can I say about these guys? first off, they're fly-ass-motherfuckers. HA. this is definitely the RSO to be in, the best of the best, la crème de la crème. I'm in the back lookin' a fool. first on the left is Quan, our resident diva. my friend from high school I showed our rehearsal video to referred to him as the cute gay boy she'd mack on if she had a penis and... well it's kinda true, lmao. idk how I could become friends with someone this quickly, but he's someone I'd trust my life to... which might not be that great of an idea. lmao. second, Touhmong. his head when he tries to dance to I Am The Best... lol. he's pretty cool too :D thirdly, Bobby. Bobby Bobby Bobby. I've known him for... 3? 4 years? whatever. he's legit an awesome person, although he's kinda annoying when he's drunk, ahaha. next up, our honorable president, Peter. he's one of the coolest people ever and pretty much anyone feels privileged to know him. he knows who he is and it shows, pretty much exuding confidence from his pores. only less gross-sounding. lastly, Toua. Mr. Vice himself. when he's set on something, he does it. he's not afraid to speak his mind, he keeps everyone on track, and he is a mean Village Person. lmao. I feel like this is the group I might make my own niche in until graduation. my new possé. as long as I'm welcome I'll do whatever I can to make myself useful and my presence a good thing.

The second pic:

lol the face. we were waiting for the spring Drag Show to start! this was an event I went to with my learning community, which included the two on the right. all the way on the right is Kelly. she never leaves her room on a good day without making sure she looks good, and boy does she do it right. I almost felt honored to see her non-makeup face the first time, ahaha. second on the right is Anna. oh my god Anna. she's like my hilarious sister. she's not afraid of stupid shit and it really shows. if I had the time and mental capacity to type up all the awesome times in her and Laura's room and all elsewhere, I'd be here forever and my fingers would fall off. she doesn't live right above me anymore, and I kinda feel like we're drifting apart, but as long as I know she's a friend I'll be set for life. and on my left is Kasara. I'll explain her in a couple pictures, aha.

The third pic:

This was right after the Start Small, Dream Big Benefit Concert! Linda and I had opened the show with a duet and Nakita and her crew rounded it off with their kickass dance routine (and I'm still sad that FreeSoul has parted ways D:). spent weeks planning the concert and it went off spectacularly! it was also the first time I got to see my old asian high school buddies (both students and graduates) in a long time. right next to me is Nakita. gurrrrrrrrl, you da sexay. lmao. Nakita is one of those people that you look at and just makes you think... "I wanna be like her." she doubts herself sometimes life gets her really down others, and I HATE HATE HATE it because she has never done anything to deserve anything bad ever. she's my little sister I never had, and she was there the first time we got to meet B2ST. lmao. I even remember her screaming at me "WE SAW B2ST!" while I was swimming with the other ditchers. ahhhh, memories. to Nakita's left is Linda. Lindaaaaaaaaaa. I fucking LOVE her with all my heart and I wish her the best in life success and everything in between. I hate that our colleges are so far apart because I would spend every weekend with her and never get bored, ever. she is literally one of the most open-minded and free and fun individuals out there and I feel bad for those of you who don't know her, aha. she's even met SHINee and SS501 and SNSD, and apparently whenever Far East Movement is in Minnesota they ask for her specifically by name. Linda. I miss her forever and hope I can hang with her soon. and lastly, Timothy. Tim. Mothy. Motherfucker. lmao he's like an older brother. he's always letting other people's emotions affect him and it makes me sad when he's sad. he hasn't had the easiest life, but I and everyone else around him want him to know that he's never alone. his personality is so nice and clean-cut, yet fun and stubborn, and I wish he could be as free as he deserves. he really does deserve the world and I hope that one day he can be who he really, TRULY wants to be. he apparently also likes to take shirtless pics a lot, and how one managed to get onto that asian bodies tumblr I have no clue, lmfao. but otherwise he's been there way too much for me and I feel like I owe him a lot, so whatever he asks for I'd get to the best of my abilities. I miss this particular group so much, we all need to hang out again, definitely get wasted when we're all 21 (AND YOU'RE NOT THAT OLD TIM, SHUT UP!). too bad Steven missed this pic, he belongs here. he's in the last one though, so hold tight, aha.

The fourth pic:

lol us. apparently my face was funny? I don't know. prom 2010, we da best. one oh, you know! lame~ Greg and Kasara were technically "dates", hence their matching colors, but we almost had a mutual agreement that it was trio all the way or none at all. I just love purple so my stubborn self picked it anyway >:] where do I begin? Greg, we've known each other for like 7 years and have been friends pretty much the whole time. I don't know what I'd do without you and you're one of the few people who really keeps in touch with me since graduation. I stay at your house like the brother that was never wanted and I barely ever show my gratitude, because I suck and don't know how to English. you let me borrow way too much stuff that I really shouldn't. I thank you so much for all of that and everything you've ever done for me. you know you can ask me pretty much anything and I know you're always loyal and truthful, even if it hurts. is you rollin'? and then there's Kasara. KASARAAAAAAA. you're pretty much my best friend with a vagina. it's obvs. but yeah. I remember in freshman/sophomore year, especially at that one pep fest when your then boyfriend that we will not speak of got jealous that we hung out a lot, and it was lol. clarinet buddies 4 lyfe, with Libbie/Jibbie added in later. those fucking bees during summer school trying to murder us, my awkward birthday party where Connie somehow happened to beat two guys at a masturbation-like game, all the way through to college, you were there. I'm sad you don't go here anymore and it's weird not leaving my room every day to hang with you and your messy roommate to watch Jersey Shore and clap and yell at your neighbors. I'm forever glad you woke me up this weekend with a surprise knock on the door, I needed it. lol. -squeak-

The last pic:

K-Club! like my gigantic extended family! my asians! I felt more like I belonged here than pretty much any other group setting. this picture was from the family outing after the shirt-cutting mouse game, hence the tattered clothing and Tim's exposed abs, lmfao. I don't have enough time to talk about everyone here, there are too many! plus I already covered Tim, Linda, and Nakita. but I'll pick out those extra-special people! Linda's down at the bottom hugging the cowering almost-shirtless Steven, lmao. Steven! my little brother that I wish I really had! he's the most beasting and awesome and crazy and fun and ambitious and cute and amazing person ever. no joke, lmao. he can practice til he's literally about to die, yet keeps going to get the job done. grades are not a joke to him, literally to the point where he'll cut out awesome events to make sure he's guaranteed good points. he will go far in whatever endeavors he wishes to cover. I once told him my deepest darkest secret, and I apologize whole-heartedly for doing so, he's too young and I let my insecurities cloud my sense of judgement. I know he'll always be there, and although we take it for granted, we love him. Steven, I love you. you're amazing and I wish the best of the world for you. standing on people in the far right-back in red is Nana. Nanami. Halmeoni. the girl of many names, lol. I've known her since middle school, yet her stupid self went to the rival high school except for senior year, ew. ahaha. another of my not-really-sisters-but-should-be. we talk about almost everything and she's just a beast. Panou to the left, too. another awesome person. the two of them are amazing and I wish I could type words to describe them but there are none. gurrrrrls, y'all need to come to my school and scope out the fine-ass Korean boys here with me, mmmmmhm. Steven can come too, mahaha.

There are so many other pictures I wish I could post too! but there are only 5 spots on my profile. I'll still talk about more people here though :P

Jacob and Brittney.

Jacob, your basement has been an indispensable asset to our friendship. loljk, or maybe not >:] he really doesn't give a fuck what people say because there really isn't any justifiable thing you can say about him that's bad. although he has diabetes insepidousisiusus and used to down fucktons of water and tea, and his toe blister sickened us all, he's just cool. and then there's my bitch Brittney. dis bitch right hurr. she just doesn't give a fuck whatsoever, so don't mess with her. she loves the sims nearly as much as me, she complains every time I talk about my sex life, and she has the most entertaining true stories ever. I love her. I just don't love the tits on my dashboard, lmao.

Connie.

AKA Cone. she lived in Japan for nearly a year and it was a year she left us all behind for awesomeness D:< lmao jk you're cool. she lives 9 blacks away from me and bought me the best magazine ever from the Nippon. she can jam on the flute, has legit taste in music, and knows that I'm weird. lmao. we met ages ago, even rode the same bus to school and lol'd at Jack's stupid self, and she's old as fuck, but she's able to bestow old-timey wisdom on us lesser-aged souls. >:3

Libbie.

JIBBIE. Jibbie's always lunk. she's super smart and super pretty. she was her class' valedictorian. her commencement speech even made me cry even though it wasn't for my year, lmao. she'd be a bitch if her looks didn't lie. but she's honestly super sweet and everyone literally loves her. she's the third clarinet buddy to the awesome trio of awesomeness, even though she doubted her abilities. she told me some awesome secret stuff last week that makes me lol, but don't worry girl, I got yo' back.

Janelle.

she's wearing my prom bowtie in this pic, lmao. our awesome chauffeur for prom night, bahaha. I've known her for just as long as I've known Greg, only she's older by a year like a bitch. she too can rock on a flute. she writes like the gods possess her pen (or keyboard, whatever). she's a big fangirl for things that aren't kpop (like Glee and Sherlock and other stuff I don't understand cuz idk lmao), plus she lives almost right below me. if I yell, can she hear me? lmao.

Lulu.

Luluuuuuuuuuuuuuululululu. I didn't know which pic to put because she always changes her look up, so I put her profile pic. I hope you don't mind, lmao. we met in JClub and/or Comic Club, where we learned that zebras evolved from vaginas and that the kanji 思 is NOT a jellyfish. we was super cool friends in high school, bein' all Japanese-learning and whatnot. we checked out the Japanese guys at the MoA as well as "you speaku Japanese? I'm from Japan!" she's my senpai that lived in Japan for a bit before her US college was all BAWWWW RADIOACTIVE ZOMBIES and sent her back. we don't hang out nearly as much as we should, even though her university is in the same city my dad lives in, lmao. GOTTA FIX THAT SHIT MANG.

I also have awesome friends I've yet to meet irl but I WILL SOMEDAY lsdakgfnkjnkgh

Epiphany.

AKA Piffy, Epiphlepsy, Epiphallus, Epifloppyvag, etc. she's from Ohio and is learning how to college. she's like super closer to me and Gerg and Cone now yet we're still too lazy to visit her "awesome" college. we talk almost every day and usually it's about absolutely nothing of importance. she has valid opinions on a lot of stuff even though her taste in men is ick. she needs to get laid and so do I, so someone recommend us both people to do please.

Mariel.

qurrrrrrrl. my little titi ulo (LOL). she's super cool and is an awesome fan, members of a lot of cool fandoms. she gets too much stuff from me cuz she's fun to poke but I love her. GURL THESE NEW YORK CONCERT PLANS BETTER GO THROUGH OR ELSE I'M GONNA BE SAD. WE GOTSTA STALK CELEBS AND NORAEBANG IT UPPPP.

AND THEN THERE'S NAICHEE WHO HAS NO PICTURES FOR ME TO STEAL TO PUT ON HERE kdsjgfkjgkjegnjegtregt NAICHEE YOU'RE AWESOME AND DON'T LET ANYONE O ANYTHING TELL YOU OTHERWISE. you're a beautiful person and soul and the world's problems are there for others to deal with. I wish you the best and hope that you can be happy and stuff adn kfsdajndkjgfnwgrejgnetkjg yeah. lmao.

So yeah. I love my friends.

#personal #friends #pictures #Alex #peterphungus #quanomg #kasaraann #xergg #greggerg #bitchmoments #juidoll #rockinjanelle #harajukululu

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fire-enema-heroes · 14 years ago

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on y va, à la France ! [i/vii]

this post series is going to be about my pretty recent stay in France. I was there for 6 weeks, hence the 1/6 in the title; there was just so much going on in each week that I decided to do it a 6-part series split up by week, plus an explanation post in the beginning. okay?

okay, so. for the first post, I'm going to talk about the backstory and preparation.

it's going to be boring and imageless, so please stick with it! it will get better as we go on, I promise!

so, here we go.

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I randomly decided I wanted to go to France when the French department head came into my French 101 class and gave his little spiel about my school's Summer Study in France program; right then and there I was set on going, not consulting with my family or friends first. I'm actually kinda glad I did it that way, to be honest, aha.

So, when winter break came along, I broke it to my family. They were... oddly supportive. I figure it's because they didn't think I could do it, so they didn't take it seriously. Oh well, I've already been there and back, so look where that wound up, aha.

I started collecting various things I'd need to bring on the trip, along with practicing up on some basic useful French phrases, on my downtime. Things like self-filtering water bottles and travel kits, documents and forms, qu'est-ce que c'ests and comment dit-on...?s. It was pretty painstaking, but worth it.

When second semester of school started, everyone who was interested in the program was required to take a small, 1-credit seminar/preparatory course, aptly named On y va! I had already applied for 18 credits, the maximum allowed for a student, by time we needed to register for it. I wound up having to go to the Modern Languages department head and getting special permission from him and the trip director (who was the French head) in order to enroll for a 19th credit, all on my own expense. That got done in a timely, but that wasn't it. The time for the course wasn't set right away, allowing the students enrolled to agree on a time to meet that fit all their schedules. Of course, the agreed time happened at the exact same time I had Calculus class, so it was decided that I would get all the materials from the class on my own, and study by myself all the terms and concepts. No big deal, right?

Wrong.

The professor barely ever TOLD me what the class had done, let alone gave me the worksheets and quizzes. At the end of the semester, I had to fill out all the forms and finish all of the quizzes on the LAST day of the semester. quel bête processus !

But that got done, thankfully.

Summer break came along, and I had 6 weeks to prepare for the trip on overdrive. I hadn't ever left the country before, so I had no passport. I was told to expedite the shipping for the passport, at TWICE the cost, to make sure it got to me on time. I barely had the money for the passport in the first place, how would I afford TWICE the cost?

My dad and I tried to get a passport at the office in Mankato, the city my university sits, because their processes made it so they could get me my passport within 4 weeks. No luck; my dad's name isn't on my birth certificate, plus his actual drivers ID card was expired (although he had the paper for a new one, making him a legal driver anyway). So, the day I left college my mom and I stopped in and finished the process, since my mom was OBVIOUSLY on my birth certificate. Wiped my hands of the passport.

Or so I thought.

Phone call at 7 in the morning, at home in Saint Paul, A WEEK LATER.

The stupid lady at the passport office never had my mom sign an affidavit claiming to be my guardian!

I was pissed. There was NO WAY we were going to drive 2 hours back to Mankato and another 2 back home. Plus, the lady legally HAD to mail the incomplete form in because of some law about holding or some shit like that. I WAS FURIOUS. That is, until the lady came up with a loophole solution: she would mail the form to the Minneapolis office, thereby bypassing the mail rule and renewing the application's status. Or something like that.

My mom and I drove to the Minneapolis passport office, got the forms signed, and sent in the application, with 4 weeks until departure day. I freaked out; 4 weeks was NOT enough time for the application to be accepted, the passport manufactured, and mailed to me! But I was thankfully wrong: I got the passport a week later! une grande surprise pour moi, définitivement !

I also had a problem purchasing my flight ticket; contrary to what I was told in the early stages, financial aid did NOT cover my flight cost. I had to find $1400 within a week or else I would pay extra and potentially miss the actual flight date. Luckily a quick trip or two to the bank got me a student loan that covered it and got me a seat on the plane.

My grandmother and I shopped for the rest of my supplies and stuff for the last month I was home before leaving. Passport protection stuff, first aid kits, clothes, school supplies, rations for Paris, etc. I filled two suitcases, one large and one medium. It was crazy, but necessary, I believe.

Finally, departure date came: June 18th, 2011.

I woke up super early, finished packing my toiletries and other stuff I needed to use that day, and my mom, brother, and I bade goodbye to my grandmother as we went to the airport.

MSP airport, as in the Minneapolis-Saint Paul International Airport, is huge. There are two terminals, one of which is massive compared to the other. Of course, I had to go to the gargantuan mammoth structure to find my flight. Almost NO ONE was in the terminal as I got there.

First order of business, I put my checked luggage into the queue and got my tickets. Smooth process.

Then I needed to convert all my money from USD to Euros. For god's sake, there just happened to be NO currency officer in the terminal at the time I needed one; we talked to an info kiosk worker who had no idea how it worked. Figures.

We drove all the way to the other terminal, and because it was smaller, found the currency exchange booth quickly and I got my money pretty fast. Just over 600€ from my just over $1000. Euros are so weird! The coins go all the way from 1 cent to 2€, and the bills from 5€ to upwards of like 1000€. The smaller denomination bills are actually PHYSICALLY SMALLER than the bigger denominations! My brother was obsessed with them, I told him I could keep one if I had it when I got back. (I wound up coming home with coins, so I never kept that promise, aha.)

My departure time came quickly. Soon, I had to go through the security gates, a place my mom and brother couldn't cross. I hugged them both (my mom crying, of course), and passed through with ease.

Then came the longest wait I can remember in my adult life. I sat out in the waiting room, watching planes zoom in and out of the landing strip. I recognized a few people waiting with me as others from the trip that I had seen when I went to On y Va! class once at the end of the semester. I didn't feel comfortable talking to any of them, having barely met them and not knowing their names, so I just sat and listened to music for what seemed like forever. I updated my twitter and facebook, bought iced tea, twiddled my thumbs, just finding something to do to pass the time.

After a bit, my flight number and seat area had been called. I boarded the plane and was amazed. International flights are much more chic than the domestic flights, which I had taken to Los Angeles for the KMF in early 2010. We got free pillows, blankets, TV screens, and drinks. It was posh, aha.

I was seated in the VERY LAST seat, next to an older lady and her (awfully cute) grandson, neither of whom spoke english. Figures.

We took off. I chewed gum to keep my ears unpopped. The vast airport spread out around us just before seemed to leap out from under our seats, gradually reaching the perspective size of a model train set. It was beautiful, to be honest.

After the plane leveled, the flight attendants came around with free refreshments and menus for food, written in English and Icelandic. After all, we were on Iceland Air to Reykjavik, Iceland for a quick connection. More than once the flight attendants asked me something in Icelandic, garnering a very dazed reaction from me. I speak NO Icelandic. Realizing I was American, they quickly switched to heavily-accented English, aha.

I tried my best to sleep as much as I could on the flight. The older lady next to me seemed to do that well; on my shoulder, in fact. I didn't get to sleep, unfortunately. However, I DID get to watch an episode of Family Guy, American Dad, Bones, and the movie Juno.

We landed in Reykjavik after about 6 hours in the air. Most people stretched their legs as soon as we could unbuckle our seatbelts. I grabbed my laptop case and stepped off the plane, quickly being ushered toward customs and another security check. Apparently, because of the difference in security standards in the US and the EU, all passengers arriving in Iceland from the US had to pass through another security inspection. I passed, of course, got my passport stamped, and boarded the connecting flight to Paris.

The second flight was rather uneventful, mostly due to the fact that I got sleep, aha.

That flight landed, and finally we were allowed to step onto continental European soil. We were in Charles de Gaulle International Airport, in Paris, France.

Finally, France!

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and with that, I'll leave it to the next section. I hope you enjoyed this read, even though it was rather long. please look forward to further installments! I'll have pictures and stuff to back it all up!

#on y va #France

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