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Jan. 30th, 2009 10:21 pmNew profile! I like it, I think. And I love those quotations, so it'll be around for a while.
Ungh that episode BROKE ME. I cannot look at this picture without squealing, because GOD could they BE any more adorable, and I am looking at it a lot. SOMEBODY WRITE IT, PRETTY PLEASE.
Tonight I went out with my dad's side of the family (read: me, my parents, & my grandparents) for my grandfather's birthday. And as uncomfortable as I expected the night to be, because my grandmother is a horribly offensive racist homophobe, the evening was saved by George.
George was our waiter. He was also around my age, Bulgarian, and quite possibly the most attractive man I have ever actually seen. We were talking with the owner, whom my grandparents know, and someone mentioned how cheerful and prompt he was, and the owner started telling us ALL ABOUT HIM. He works there part-time as his second job while he goes to school, and half of his money goes toward tuition and he sends the other half home to his family in Bulgaria. SERIOUSLY. And his English was passable, but his accent, oh my god.
Anyway, he's refilling my water every five minutes, and we start talking, and he says I look familiar, what country am I from? I tell him my family's from Italy, because I have very classic Italian features other than my ridiculously pale Icelandic skin (very odd combination, I admit). And he sort of cocks his head and has the sweetest, most charming smile and says, Oh, but then your name should be Bella, no? Which is probably the cheesiest thing I have ever heard, but that doesn't mean I didn't melt & DIE in a little puddle. AHAHA I FEEL LIKE A THIRTEEN-YEAR-OLD GIRL TYPING THIS, GOD. I'm going to shut up now.Except now I really want to go back next week.
Ungh that episode BROKE ME. I cannot look at this picture without squealing, because GOD could they BE any more adorable, and I am looking at it a lot. SOMEBODY WRITE IT, PRETTY PLEASE.
Tonight I went out with my dad's side of the family (read: me, my parents, & my grandparents) for my grandfather's birthday. And as uncomfortable as I expected the night to be, because my grandmother is a horribly offensive racist homophobe, the evening was saved by George.
George was our waiter. He was also around my age, Bulgarian, and quite possibly the most attractive man I have ever actually seen. We were talking with the owner, whom my grandparents know, and someone mentioned how cheerful and prompt he was, and the owner started telling us ALL ABOUT HIM. He works there part-time as his second job while he goes to school, and half of his money goes toward tuition and he sends the other half home to his family in Bulgaria. SERIOUSLY. And his English was passable, but his accent, oh my god.
Anyway, he's refilling my water every five minutes, and we start talking, and he says I look familiar, what country am I from? I tell him my family's from Italy, because I have very classic Italian features other than my ridiculously pale Icelandic skin (very odd combination, I admit). And he sort of cocks his head and has the sweetest, most charming smile and says, Oh, but then your name should be Bella, no? Which is probably the cheesiest thing I have ever heard, but that doesn't mean I didn't melt & DIE in a little puddle. AHAHA I FEEL LIKE A THIRTEEN-YEAR-OLD GIRL TYPING THIS, GOD. I'm going to shut up now.
