If you guys happen to be around Fullerton, Ca I really, really suggest going to a teahouse called Veronese Cafe. Their food and drinks are a bit pricey but the place is so visually striking that you really don’t care what you’re going to buy there as long as it’s good (which it IS).  Picture a backyard with a garden that’s filled with a plethora of vintage junk and weird random knick knacks hanging off the walls, surrounded by couches, chairs, and tables of sorts and you have one great fucking tea house.

My friends and I went there last night.  We ate, we drank, and played Dirty Minds which is a board game I’m not very good at because my mind is usually in the gutter and it can never really get out unless somebody explains it to me.

We also took pictures.  It took us about fifty shots to get one good photo where all of our faces were kept straight and oh so serious (we wanted to imitate those really old creepy photos where no one ever smiles), but even my face in there was a complete joke that Matt thought I was trying to hold in my farts.

On to school, remember that Vietnamese class I was talking about? Well I have a white man sitting next to me, probably in his mid-late forties.  He refers me as “em” which is in Vietnamese, can be used as a term of endearment or correct me if I’m wrong, it can also be used generally for younger people, right? He also told me I was naughty in Vietnamese once.  Yeah, I uh…have no idea where that came from, but I thought that was a little weird.

I also made a new friend in that class, and she’s pretty cool so far.  She can’t see red colors because she’s partially colorblind.  The last time I had class with her, she wore a red long sleeve shirt, so I informed her, “You know you’re wearing green right?” LOLZ.