Leaving for LA

So. When my mom suggested moving to Seoul, I was like NOOOOOOOOOOOOO but then she convinced me, saying that it was all for my future and how GREAT this school is and how much Korean I'll learn and all that. So I came, and the school is CRAP, the weather is CRAP, the people are pretty CRAPpish (not everyone but 9 out of 10 ppl), and everything is crap. I was expecting some prestigious Seoul school, and I get some alkdjf;lawjgew lkdjfe.

I got like, super lazy and I just didn't care about the world and I was a lot more touchy and irritable. Since I was really a new student, I was all NICE and HELPFUL and PLEASANT. I'm usually a lot more obnoxious and rude and bold and full of myself. I'm normally boisterous, loud, annoying and painfully honest. Not that I'm not annoying now. But I got all NICE and FAKE and SWEET and PLASTIC. (Be prepared, Grace. Pretty soon when I get used to you I'm going to sabotage your life. :D)

I was really frustrated and pretty much depressed all of January-March, and then I just plain hated Korea March-June. I don't really remember how I spent my life in July, and here we are, the days I've been spending the entire year waiting for: California.

I've been so depressed in all this pollution, snow and crap that I'm so freaking glad I'm taking a week off in the sunny land of Californiacasim. Can you IMAGINE? After more than half a year in living HELL, after being promised heaven, mind you, I'm finally returning to the sunny hometown of Los Angeles. BACK TO THE MEMORIES. BACK TO MY CHILDHOOD. BACK TO THE FRIENDS, LAUGHTER, SUNSHINE AND FUN! A chance to be obnoxious and rude and be completely accepted! A chance to go the beach, mall, movies, Six Flags! A chance to be myself again! A shot at Happiness! I plan to find myself again, dear readers. I plan to find my old self during my ten days in Heaven. You just watch.

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Now that my dramatic moment is over, I've GOTTA GET READY. I have to shower, format my camera, charge my camera, roam my phone, pack my phone and camera and its chargers, pack more schutff. and WOOO. Stay posted, people. I leave for CA today.

OMG

Haven't updated in seven thousand years. So much has been going on, but life is definitely getting better. It's official. I AM GOING TO CALIFORNIA. I've spent so much time shopping up, and today I got most of the packing done. I keep getting this weird feeling something's missing but whatever. i am as nervous as a butterfly. I'll be flying first class tomorrow. Fanceh.

After eight days of shopping, looking and pondering, we finally settled on these black vinyl double strapped heels for Cheryl, my friend's mom. This happened like, four days ago. But of course, my mom decides the shoes are too formal and stuffy the day before my departure. So she's making my aunt get a pair of expensive, heeled sandals of the same quality before my 8 o'clock flight.

I'll probably make a LEAVING-FOR CALIFORNIA post tomorrow, but if I don't get to, I'm just giving you guys a heads-up. I SERIOUSLY WANNA DRINK COKE RIGHT NOW BUT MY DAD BOUGHT THIS FREAKING CARROT JUICE INSTEAD. Carrot juice. That is a crime, my friends.

CARROT JUICE.

I've been drinking water for the past few days because there was absolutely NOTHING in my fridge. My mom refused to get groceries so I've been munching on cherries and swigging cups of H2O. It turns out she didn't get groceries because she wants to lose a few pounds over my stay in LA, and doesn't want food distracting her. HER SKINNINESS FOR MY HUNGER. THANKS, MAMA.

CAN'T WAIT. TILL. TMW.

The Day of America's Birth

was crap. It was utterly crappish. In fact, it's so crappish, I'm not even going to tell you a lot about it.

Just a little though.

I was dressed up with star-sprangled stuff and patriotic colors and my mom wanted me to ditch the party and go visit her friend of 20 years with me. I regretfully declined she got pissed and made me walk home from the station and so I texted Russell and Aaliyah and they said they'd be at the party so I was like cool, and then a certain dastriche that goes by the name of Amphelia Cwartz (she's a nice person, but NOT REALLY) TOTALLY WENT DASTRICHE ON ME. IM SO PISSED OFF IM NOT GOING TO EXPLAIN WHAT HAPPENED,

So bottom line: My life in Korea is a disaster, the day our founding fathers started our great nation is UTTER BULLCRAP, and the only thing that keeps me alive at this point is my trip to LA. The end.

EDIT: Not that... I'm coming to LA or anything. I wish, but that's not happening.





The end.