Real life GTA

If you've ever played GTA, you would understand why I was so excited to be in San Jose (GTA San Andrea babeh) 

So this Sunday + Labor Day, I went up to a friend's. 

It was amazing in general just because it was so warm and sunny. I MISS THE SUN! 

The only reason people think I'm a halfie is because I'm pale as a vampire. 

Also we went to In-n-out to grab a bite, 

and sorry to break it to you, but it is seriously overrated. 

The animal fries aren't THAT good because its just a random dollop of things on top of the fries and the burger is just like any average burger. 

And it wasn't cheap either? Like $5.50 for a meal. 

Whatever though. I got a cool hat with it.

 (I know I look ridiculous in that picture hahaha #JudgeMe) 

I also tried Jamba Juice which I felt was a rip-off of Boost. 

Boost is better. 

Strayans gotta stick to what they love back home. (I should change my blog title though because I'm not as stubborn as I thought I would be. I keep saying things like mall and soda and its only been 2 and a half weeks! Except for the word thongs, that will never change. Side story: My friend said one of her British friends put up his hand and asked for a rubber in class and everyone cracked up. Poor soul) 

We also visited Santana Row which is a fancy, posh mall. This was also an interesting experience because of the people who shopped there. 

Think, picture perfect white families like the ones from typical American TV shows. I don't watch Desperate Housewives but I think it'd be like that. Or Pretty Little Liars. I can't think of any off the top of my head right now but you get my gist. 

I mean 

Father has striped polo shirt and talks with a posh feminine accent, sweater around neck like he plays golf on the weekends, 

mother has curled golden locks and a clean white-teethed smile,

perfectly clean, branded clothes, and perfectly done hair,

and then the accompanying 

picture-perfect children in college sweaters, and branded shoes.

Suddenly it wasn't GTA anymore, it was a soap. 

I got my dog-fix because my friend owned a dog. 

It peed on the floor because it was so excited to see me though.

Whatever's good.

I'd throw my pie for you,

Emma

x

PS. The next morning when we went out to grab a bite in San Jose I was expecting people to be stealing police cars and pimps honking at hookers to pick them up in their cars. 

None of that happened. 

Thoroughly disappointed.