Well hello there. I am Kourtney, Kourtney T. Smith. Some call me KTS, others prefer Kourtney with a K. Occasionally I'll get a ginger, red, big red, little red, or even a Colleen or two. Yesterday Stewart, a customer who asked me to make his iced tea "brown like [his] skin" said I was "the right kind of person." Tonight a woman envying my hair deemed me "delicious" while Patrick Sparrow, with his black eye patch, claimed I was a "flower child." All in all... I am a 22-year-old-restless soul. "I am a child of the universe." And why am I writing? Well... I think the better question is, why are you reading? It's because I'm pretty damn interesting, isn't it? This past May I came to the end of yet another chapter in my life: the college years. I clicked my heels in the air, cum laude style, with my Theatre and English degrees and a large dunkin iced coffee in hand. And now where am I? Behind a bar, being to...
The windows of Amsterdam have a completely different connotation than most places. Naturally, there are those that most people associate the Dam with, the windows of the Red Light District. From all hours of the morning until all hours of the night, tiny alleyways are lit up, lined with pink and purple lights. The purple clue you in, informing the street dwellers that the ladies inside are not actually not women. Within each, you will find women of all shapes, sizes, and colors, decked out in the skimpiest of lingerie. They perch on stools chatting on their on their phones or they press themselves against the glass, leaning themselves in prime- viewing stature. Their gaze remains focused, looming over the mixture of tourists strolling through for the spectacle and distinguishing their victims. They lock eyes with you, extending their fingers and urging you to let them open their windows for you. They are on the hunt, preying upon the horny men and women of the streets. But there is...
For just under a month now, my world has revolved around the prospect of a dream journey; The job of a lifetime; The STA World Traveler Internship (WTI) . This internship gives two individuals golden tickets to travel to over 16 countries around the world. Go ahead, gasp with me... I've been keeping tissues on hand to dab the drool that drips from the corners of my mouth every time I think about this opportunity. England. France. Switzerland. Italy. Czech Republic. Croatia. Austria. Slovenia. Germany. Nepal. China. Thailand. Australia. New Zealand. Argentina. Brazil. In the words of Usher, "Ohhh maaah God." So let me begin by giving you a glimpse of the application process. On February 21st, myself along with over 1,000 other guys and gals submitted videos cramming in who we are and why we are made for this internship. We boosted about days of old, journeys ventured, skills acquired, and cobwebs consumed. Photos were flashed and flaunted and fluttery words summed up...
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