My 4 day adventure with my Vietnamese friends started bright and early this morning. We spent the whole day shopping around the 16th Street Mall and the Park Meadows Mall. I tried to be a good friend and cultural liaison, but some things cant be forced-and that is a good time. We just don't click, which is all together disappointing considering how much effort, thought, money, care, and love went into today... Oh, well.

Its hard making new memories at places that hold such dear ones already. For example, I about cried when I saw the Hard Rock Cafe sign...I wish I could have gone back to that day when my Iraqi friends and I had lunch there. I remember when I threw bacon at Ammar during lunch, and how starving we all were when we finally got our food. I miss them. I miss him. I miss this summer. I was happy. I was myself. I was home.

Now i'm here, and completely beside myself every day. fuck.