my mom totally used the word "dangerosive" in an email she wrote me. that's fucking awesome. everyone should be using it! (except as a screen name. that's mine, bitches.)

i was out to dinner with a few american friends the other night, and while we were in the restaurant, i was visited twice by a couple of my korean guy friends who just happened to be there. and my american friends were like, "omg sara, korean boys love you." and i was all, "i know!"

i went out drinking last night. because i found some people heading towards a bar and i was like, "i'm always up for drinking!" i shared a pitcher of strawberry soju with doug, and we finished it in 15 minutes (because i guess our friends are dicks and they convinced us to), and i was already pretty buzzed before we did that. so i was basically smashed. so i called eric. he was on campus studying, and he asked where i was, so i told him the name of the bar, then he was like, "ok, see you." and was just like, "...oh." but then he showed up at the bar! to see me! but it was already 11:30 and i had to get back to the dorm by 12, so we didn't get to hang out long. we just stood outside and talked. i don't remember about what, because i was even more shitfaced than usual. but i believe i recall him saying, "you're mine" at one point, and in an adorable korean way, not a possessive creep way.

i think i have a chance with this guy.

i was out drinking the night before that, too. because it was this american kid's birthday. we had cake at the bar. and the boys were throwing it at each other, because they're boys. talanda was wearing my glasses around and when i got them back the lenses were coated in frosting. but i was drunk, so i didn't care much.

i've gotta come up with some non-drinking stories to talk about, or people are going to start thinking i'm some sort of booze-hound.