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And we're airborne! Japan, here we come!

Hahaha. Here's a totally stunned and demoralized David Katz paying up 40,000 smackeroonies.

...how we do in the good ol' U S of A. Hahahahah. (Sorry, Mr. Roh!)

To celebrate the end of classes, Andy went to his room and got a bunch of the Roman Candles he'd purchased a few nights ago...

A few rides later and it started pouring and they shut down most of the good rides. I wandered around with Andy, Paul and...

Then back at the hotel, we kidnapped some girl's stuffed koala bear that she carried around with her everywhere (I don't even remember whose it was) and took scary, "I'm a ninja holding your bear for ransom" photos. In the end, she couldn't come up with the scratch so we had to...

And here's Andy and I. Hahahahah.

How has this not shown up here in the States yet? I'm at a loss.

Look how happy I am. Hahahah.

Next, we found one of the few restaurants that was still serving food and I was lucky enough to get birthday bi bim bab! My favorite!

Me about to eat some sort of corn-fried mystery food.

...but in the end Dan won (and nearly threw me out of my chair in the process).

The flight from San Francisco arrived, and when Micheal was at the baggage carousel about to grab his bag, I snuck up behind him and was like "Excuse me sir, I think that's my suitcase!" He turned around to explain that it was his, and then there was like a 10 second pause while his brain tried to reconcile seeing an unexpected friend that lives in New York standing at the baggage claim in Korea with him. He was like "Holy, coincidence! What the heck are YOU doing here?" I was like "I'm teaching English with you and Mike! Surprise!" Hahahah. Here's us on the bus, heading to our first camp.

Hahaha. Yay! Thanks for putting me up, buttercup!

"Arrrrrrgh! I'm DoritoBag the Pirate and I demand candy!"

Um, yeah. Then apparently I dressed up in a pair of Leigh's (??) jeans and a vest that Mayim Bialik must have left at the apartment that time she stopped by to hang out after she'd finished a taping of Blossom.

PS: Check out my sweet lil' dumper. No wonder the gays love me.

I have your keys! I have your keys!

We met up at Kinko's, prepared everything we needed to submit to the building's management company, and faxed it over to them.

New roommates! New roommates! Afterwards, I said goodbye to Niki and headed back to Fatty's to check up on Vin's progress.

Best. Sunday (sundae!) ever.

Then Sean busted out his camera and took one of Leigh, me and Nina jumping. Leigh was determined to look as serene as possible and not pull any funny faces. She succeeded almost too well.

My beach hair will miss you!

Check out the results of my hair-straightening mishap! Hahaha. I should've stuck with plain old tangly beach hair!

Which I tried to fight by turning my shirt into a head scarf (something I learned how to do from the roofers when I used to frame houses back in college). Slick, right? (By the way, they totally wouldn't let me on a plane with this).

Swimming in the ocean + Falling asleep with wet hair = BEACH HAIR!

Many of you don't know this, but I smoke when I nap.

And bananas! Hahaha.

As soon as Nina sat down, I swiped her beach hat. Only to have Meredith...

It's suntan lotion! I swear!

While waiting for the subway back to Manhattan, I documented everyone's sweet, beach hair. Here's my ratty beach hair.

Later that night I went to Misshapes to wish little Miss Leigh Lezark a very happy 21st birthday!

Let's hear it for beach hair.

And in our hair. (You love my pretty hair bow made of tape!)

Later that night we went to Orchard Bar for Sarah and Karen's party. (Hey, when are you guys gonna pick a new venue and restart that shit. Spring's gonna be here soon and there aren't any fun weeknight parties).

Remember how earlier on I mentioned that Corey Feldman had moved into the apartment 3D, just a few doors down us? I totally wasn't kidding! Sarah made friends with him in the hallway and he totally invited our apartment to attend his upcoming birthday party.

Scott, Emily and me. Aw, yeah - Roxbury High School!

I pulled the old "Hey, did you know it's impossible to touch your elbows behind your back?" trick and managed to get...

Earlier in the week I'd gotten a call from a headhunter about a job opening at a social networking company and on Friday I put on my suit (which is actually the suit I got go to a dance my sophomore year in high school that still fits perfectly...hahahah) and went in to Community Connect for an interview (I'll save you the suspense, I got the job).

Mamma Bear trying to hide from my camera.

Yes! Wah-wah-wispy! I was dying to shave it off, but I promised Grant that I'd at least let him get a quick look at it before shaving it off.

Nothing cheers up a convalescing friend like a summery blouse! I was only happy to oblige!

"I'd fuck me."

Late night I met up with Tins and we stayed up late shooting the shit on a park bench on Allen St.

On Sunday, I moved the last of my stuff into my new sublet at Sarah's, got my own set of keys, and got to officially add my name to the list the lengthy roster of people that are able to proudly call themselves "Occupants of Apt. 3A."

Goodbye Apt A. (And I'll see you soon enough, roomie.)

Then I let Sarah put make up on me.

We were both shocked to realize that with make up on I sorta look like an older blonde version of Greg Krelenstein.

Hahahaha.

...Hot Corri (who I always want to make out with but she's always dating someone!) seen here making fun of my choice footwear. Hahah.

After Grant and Amanda had finished admiring it, I announced that it was time for my "wispytee" to disappear and busted out my electric clippers. I turned them on and brought them to my face, then realized (with horror) that the hairs were too long for the electric clipper to work because they wouldn't go inside the screen! It was like a horror movie when it dawned on my that I was going to have to spend the rest of my night out in public...

...looking like this. Hahaha.

...the facial hair I let grow for eleven days! HAHAHAHAHAH. Everyone I know always laughs about my inability to grow facial hair. If I go for more than a day without shaving I get these sparse little whiskers that make it look like I have a dirty face. But figuring this would be one of the few times in my life that I'd be going for over 10 days without having to interact with anyone, I decided to let my majestic facial hair grow and see what it looked like. Are you ready for the close-up?

There wasn't much dancing doing on at the new place, but it was definitely a better atmosphere. We decided to order a few more buckets and get lifted.

...our phony dry-hump on.

On Saturday I went to Misshapes. I didn't bring my camera. Thankfully, someone else was kind enough to snap these pictures of Sheal and I getting...

On Monday, I pretended to be an angry raccoon (??). That is all.

Mmmmm! It's Concord Grape Koshertastic!

Which resulted in me taking this photo (which I ended up using as my biography photo on my portfolio site!).

Me and Aunt Elaine.

Thursday night I went out late to wander around and see if I could run into anyone I knew. I ended up at Happy Ending (remember how much fun that party used to be on Thursday nights there?) and hit pay dirt! Right when I walked in the door, I ran into Ellen Stagg!

I may or may not have tried to not-so-subtley pop out her boobie (while a half-naked black man gyrated against us).

Tinny broke my cigarette.

Hahaha.

By the way, Is my head enormous? Or does Geordon have a tiny peanut head?

Take three is the winner. After catching up at Meredith's apartment, we all headed a few hundred feet down the street to go to Orchard Bar for Sarah and Karen's weekly party.

Take two.

Best Fwiends. Take One.

...and brought her out on the dance floor. (Hahaha. Look at her feral woodland creature face).

Check the tan! Hahah.

Hahaha.

...the hunter...

...becomes THE HUNTED!

Sometimes...

Hahaha.

...WHAMMO! Say hello to my leeeeetle friends! Hahahaha. You should've heard the screaming and shreiking that happened. Oh Em Gee! This picture is censored becuase, as funny as it is, you DEFINITELY do not want to see the back of my just-got-out-of-a-hot-shower hangy bag . Trust me! Ewwwwwww, indeed.

So fresh and so clean! After Sarah and Josh had recovered from the trauma my nizzuts had inflicted, we hopped into a cab and headed over to Stubb's for...

On Friday morning Sarah and Josh were watching TV in the living room and I came out of the shower to ask if there were any more "bigger towels." Josh was like "I think they just left a stack of fresh towels out in the hall." Me, "Out in the hall, eh? I guess I'll just turn around and walk out there and get one." To which Sarah and Josh replied "Uh, ok." So I turned around and...

Hahaha. Looking forward to meeting you in a few months, Lucy!

My eyes feel like sleepy.

Hahahah.

This is me being critical.

On the way out, I ran into Imran!

Afterwards, I met up with Stephen and a few of...

...paid back for all my braining. (This is the worst girls can do? Sheee-it, sign me up! I usually have to give a stranger a dollar to get this!)

Congrats on your label's very first party, Sar!

Oh my god, I think Karen must be ill! This is the first time I've ever seen her tongue pink instead of orange.

This guy was super nice! He reads this site! Sorry I forgot your name! If you still bother checking my piss-poor site which I only update like 3x a year, email me and tell me your name!

Hey Sarah, remember when we used to stay out late?

Hahahaha.

OMG! LOL! WTF?

...this incredible photo op. Hahahah. How fucking scary is photo? Will looks 800 times more like Bad Sensei than I look like Johnny. His resemblance is uncanny! If there had been a lookalike "Daniel-san" in the bar that night, he totally would've shit his pants.

Niki and Ellen!

White-trash self-portrait.

Ellen and me (showing off my wonky, white-trash eye).

Hahaha. So blonde and so silky. One day, mark my words, one day I will be able to grow that thing for real! Happy Birthday, Siege!

Hahahaha.

Me and Astra.

...moustaches! Hahaha. Every single time I look at Grant's expression in this pic I actually laugh out loud. (And now that I'm looking again, I guess my silky, blonde moustache is pretty sweet as well).

Here's Grant and I waiting on the corner of Delancey and Bowery for Siege to come off the JMZ (if you don't live in NYC, that's a subway). Grant and I decided that the best way to keep Siege occupied for an hour and give him some birthday loving would be to take him to...

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