I want to get into Journalism, and yet...the blog I started just for kicks didn't have a single entry. So here I am and I'm going to try....again.
23 days until I go back to the U.S.. It's been one hell of a ride. A ride that I wouldn't trade in for anything. I've met people who have shaped me so well, I'm finally proud of who I am. I also met people( a choice few) who... let's just use a Korean phrase and say that the next time I meet them I will have an urge to -and I quote-"cut them open and use their insides for jump rope". But hey, they taught me about the person that I never want to be.
-later-
~Today I wore flip flops in the rain. Flip flops are the mascots of freedom, and wearing them in the rain is the epitome of happiness for me. Even with the random pieces of dirt and tree bark that get caught in your toes...at least they get to wiggle around.
~I love crossing my legs on the subway, bobbing my feet to music and having my flips act like drum pedals.
~Way back when in Driver's Ed, my teacher told us to drive barefoot(something about traction) and to keep a pair of black Old Navy flip flops under the driver's seat (something about bare feet driving being illegal). Ever since I have remained true to my school, except i choose AnF cobalt blues as my pair in crime.
~Flip flop- style high heels can also be comfy, actually. I have a pair(somewhere) of brown ones that I found in a Las Vegas thrift shop.
~Your mamma's so fat, she left the house in heels and came back in flip flops, by the way.
~I've purposely worn flip flops in the snow, on numerous, wonderfully adventurous occasions.
~It's 2:11 a.m. and I should go to bed.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
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