Today was fun. Good food, good people, good drinks.
But my favorite part of it all was my extensive conversation with a french man. He moved here a few weeks ago from France. Living in southern France most of his life, he eventually moved to Paris for work. He’s full vietnamese, has a very thick French accent, and liked to point out how much bigger things were in the US. He was a senior designer in France, and sent his portfolio out to Germany and the US, getting job offers from both. With only a week to decide between the two, he decided to take the job offer in the US, because he wanted to experience something aside from European lifestyle. Long story short, he tried to express in his very broken English and French accent, that life wasn’t about staying in one place and just continuing on a routine. It was worth him picking up his life from a great job, apartment, and everything he has known in his life, to move to the US for the first time and submerge himself in a whole new world. He had what most people try to live for and achieve their whole lives, and he knew that it was “worth the risk” to let it go and see how things went elsewhere. He is amazing. He’s now a Junior designer somewhere in San Francisco, where he is currently trying to adjust himself to a new place, language, attitude, people, job, portion size, and just about everything else. With the mind set he has, I’m sure with time he will do just fine.
And I got to drink with this amazing individual.
Your mouth is as dirty as your wiener.
In onesies at target. Hehe.
It’s your big 17 and although I spent most of my weekend with you, I can’t be there to punch you. You’re lucky.
Sometimes it’s hard for me to remember that you’re as young as you are. You and I have the best and the worst conversations. The most emotional and the most insulting. We’ve cried together, been angry together, and especially happy together. And even with me miles away and in school, we still continue to be the best of friends.
Remember when we met for the first time? We were thrown together to cover volleyball for yearbook, and we both went to an away game. The bus ride wasn’t eventful, we sat a couple of seats apart and occupied ourselves with our phones. It wasn’t until the actual game was about to start that a random girl came to talk to us. When she left, we both burst into laughter with surprise on our faces, conversing about how much of a “WTF” moment that was. We always talk about this, I know, but two years ago I would have never thought that would be the beginning of this friendship.
There’s not much people that I can talk to, let alone tell everything to. And you’re the only one that has my trust, 100%. You’ve seen me at my best and my worst, physically and emotionally. And no matter what, you’ve always supported me and thought that I was beautiful. I will always do the same. Thank you for being who you are, my bestfriend, and continuing to be tall, dark, and ugly. <3
Just kidding. But I hope you enjoy your day. I’m sure you’ll tell me about it later. If I could, I’d bake you cupcakes so you could eat them in one bite. The size of your mouth and appetite never ceases to surprise me!
You’re an amazing person, Christopher. I know that your happiness is always a concern to you, but because you are who you are, you will find if eventually. I don’t make promises often, but I will promise you that much.
You’re one of those people who will always be on top of my list. :)
I love you Christopher and happy 17th birthday, have fun without me.
cxj prom shit (;
*FYI: Yesterday was culture day. That’s why I’m wearing a Polo with the Philippines on it. :)
LMAO LMAO LMAO
THESE ARE SO UGLY.
Please, don’t take these seriously.
“The lights are always open.”