Toronto

I am falling in love with this city.

When I first heard that for our family vacation this summer we were driving to Toronto, Canada I wasn't extremely excited. After all, last year we had flown to California and before that, sunny Florida. I wasn't sure I was prepared for two days worth of driving to a place that had the same temperature as the state I was currently inhabiting (Minnesota).

That all changed the minute we rolled into the city.

I could feel the energy just rising from the pavements, from the pedestrians with their fashionable clothes, from the street performers crooning to the crowds that had formed around them, and from the exotic smells emmanating from restaurants. I can't help but look up at the architecturally beautiful apartment buildings and wonder if one day, I could live in them.

As of right now, I'm sitting in the hotel lobby of the beautiful Delta Chelsea listening to a jazz band, I never want to leave.

ps

I forgot to bring my camera cord down with me, I'll post some photos up as soon as I get the chance.

BA +2

For the record, I am not very badass at all.

I've never gotten drunk before, I've never smoked in my life, and I've never shoplifted anything either. I'm just a Korean girl living in good ol' Minnesota whose idea of a good time is staying with some friends in the basement watching movies and taking ugly photos.

There are still a few things that prevent me from being a straight line though: I swear, I flick people off while I'm driving, I've gone streaking, and I've snuck out of the house (although it was only to take jumping pictures in the dark).

Yeah, I guess my "BA" list makes me seem sort of pathetic.

But this past weekend, a few things brought me up a few notches on the rebel scale.

As you all know, the past Friday was the infamous Friday the 13th. One of my good friends really wanted me to go see the movie Friday the 13th with her because it came out on that day. Now I've written about my intense hatred for scenes in which things pop out of nowhere and I knew that the film was basically made up of a madman jumping in front of the camera with bloody weapons... but to make a long story short, I was convinced to go.

One problem. The movie was rated R. We were both 16. Even though my friend desperately tried to flirt/whine/cajole her way into tickets, we were turned down by the pimply, pale cashier. So we decided to buy tickets for Push after reading a short summary involving psychic warriors or something (?), but after getting our stubs back from another acne stricken employee, it was decided that we were going to assert our badass-ness by sneaking into the forbidden movie.

Oh yeah.

I was pretty much terrified the first five minutes because:

1. The managers kept coming into the theatre and searching in the aisles with their flashlights... and kicking out other badass wannabes mere seats and rows from my friend and I.
2. For some reason, I was worried that my parents would find out... now I don't really know what I was thinking.

Anyways. The movie was stupid. I think I covered my eyes and ears for more than half of it. But the entire day was pretty much redeemed by that one act of my insolence.

Then the next day. Saturday. I drove to watch a friend of mine swim in a meet when I receieved a call from another cohort saying she needed a ride.

Now when I got my license, my parents very strictly told me that I was not to drive anyone other than my brother around within the first 6 months... and I have to say, the rule makes total sense.

However, my rebel-ness must have still existed on me that morning because I decided to go and pick her up.

I'm sure that there are people reading this rolling their eyes and laughing at what I think is so adventurous... but hey, I'm taking it a step at a time, okay?

Skills On Toast!

And so that is why students, we did not have school today. And that wasn't even the windchill, that was the legit temperature.



I passed my driving test fools!

Wait, are my eyes closed in this photo? I can't tell.

Damn my Asian eyes.

Anyways, it's been a good day. No school, got my license, and finals got pushed back another day.

Nerves! And Haiku #6

Tomorrow is the day that I have been waiting for since I was born.

Taking my behind-the-wheel driver's exam.

Er, I might be exaggerating with the whole, "...since I was born" shenanigan; but it just shows you how this could potentially change my entire life!

Basically, I really want to be able to drive by myself.

I know I have the ability to pass, but if I do happen to fail, it'll simply be because I psyched myself out.

Plus it's super snowy and icy out at the moment so I'm definitely worried about the weather conditions.

Damn Minnesota
and the shit roads and the cold
frozen snot in nose

But of course, I had a school free day because of aforementioned chilliness, so I can't complain too length-ily.

My backyard. It reminds me of the White Witch in the Chronicles of Narnia: pretty, but fucking cold.

NOTE: I have never actually seen the Chronicles of Narnia so this may be an incoherent analogy.