My apartment is soo purdy! I'll post pics of it soon.

Last nite/this morning me and Vic went to her friends' house party in Woodland. Once again I got to know a shitload of guys and only met 2 girls. It was a really diverse party, and yet somehow, all the Viet guys managed to find me. Some interrogated me on my Viet-ness, which I probably scored very low on. No Viet first name? Minus 15 points. Others tried to pursuade me to do viet fashion modeling for VSA, which doesn't sound too exciting.

Anyways, Edison saved my drunken ass from the Viet crew and drove me and my car home. Kudos to him.