for <3 of Koreans

So a little background history about me:
I'm in a cosmetology class through my high school. I started when I was a junior. The class lasts for 2 years, 2 class periods long (we have 4 class periods per term at my school)= 3hrs and 15min long, all year round. These girls are my sisters but I rarely hang out with them as much as I should. Exactly like I am with my real brothers so it is truthful when I say I take them all as my siblings.

Saturday night, me and 2 of my friends from my class went out to dinner. Amanda, who is white, Christina and her sister (who are both Korean), and I all went out to Harry Hines for food. Living in the white wash town that I do, I've never really had true Korean food. It was wonderful. I love Korea and the fabulous tastes that come from it! Then, I had the most amazing bubble tea imaginable. It was fantastic. I soaked up ever second of the night like I did my tea. Every- last- drop.

Today however, was tragically uneventful. But I will tell you a funny story about Friday:

I went to go to this Japanese place. (I know what you're thinking right now, too much asianness for a white girl in one weekend... well you're WRONG!) I went with my parents-- because that is just simply what you do on dateless Friday nights-- and our waiter at the place looked so familiar I could not stand it. Every second I thought he wasn't looking I did the casual and universal checking-you-out glance and I came to the conclusion that it was none other than an ex boyfriend of mine, David, that I had dated a few months back. It had to be! everything looked like him and I knew that he was trying to figure out who I was too. So, after asking the hostess his name and going home to do some intense myspace research I found out- alas!- definitely NOT David. I did however find out it was an old friend of mine that looked allot like him. That's why I thought I knew him... because, well, I did. He used to date a friend of mine and that's how we had met before, but I hadn't seen him in nearly a year. The last time I did see him he stopped me from being the "physical downfall" of an unintelligent girl (that is a whole other story though, maybe next time.) That was the reason I had stopped hanging out with him as much. Now that I look back on it though, I probably should thank him for stopping me instead of having him think I still hold a grudge. Wow, just wow! It's amazing how different one can look after cutting their mid-back length of hair to a very closely shaved head... I think it's even safe to say I find him extremely attractive now.