Had to cancel my meeting tonight because I was awake until 7 am and I basically look and feel like a total wreck. I gotta be more prepared to walk into work this week than usual, because it has the potential to be a really long, really awful week. And tomorrow's my long day, where I go to the center to teach the boys. And it's also the day where I get off that damn bus where that creepo followed me last week. So. I need to be on my game tomorrow. Which means not getting home from Seoul at midnight tonight.
I think one of the cutest things throughout this whole ordeal has been having Koreans around hearing about it who don't really speak English, but who want to say something to comfort me, nonetheless. What happens then?
"리즈.... cheer up! Okay?"
Cute.
But man. I need something to cheer me up. Something besides calling my family back home and hearing what they're cooking for breakfast and wishing to god I could just teleport myself back there. A Farewell to Arms is not exactly doing the trick. I can't imagine why. I want to stab that Catherine broad in the eyeball. Why is she so annoying? Does she get better? Is she going to faint with the back of her hand to her brow soon? Hemingway. What is with you and writing women like that?
Maybe I'll watch The Big Lebowski. You can't stay sad when you watch The Big Lebowski.
Also: When I fell back to sleep after waking up the first time this morning, I had this ridiculously vivid dream where a bunch of the ajumma mothers from school were trying to force me to go shopping for a coat, and then a 30ish Korean guy came over to my apartment to watch a movie, made incredibly awkward smalltalk and tried to give me snacks. Haha. Maybe my subconscious is trying to make me feel better about potentially having to leave. But I'll miss all that kind of stuff, anyway.
Magnes. Where the hell are you? I'm gonna kick you in the baws for this next I see you. You know this is a dakgalbi eating, movie watching, coffee drinking, muffin sharing with Magnes day. How could you abandon me? And to think you've given up smoking as well....
- I'm no Picasso
- This is a tale of the seaports where chance brings the traveler: he clambers a hillside and such things come to pass.
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Don't worry Liz. Next time I see you, hopefully somewhere this summer before I'm off to Stumptown (did you know that Portland was nicknamed Stumptown not because of the logging industry, but because of the high concentration of amputees living there?) and we're going to have coffee and muffins. And I'll probably be smoking again. We'll even find a Korean restaurant. If we're in Korea, this will be very easy.
FIGHTING!
HAI!
I am the walrus. Dude, I am the walrus.
"Maybe I'll watch The Big Lebowski. You can't stay sad when you watch The Big Lebowski."
now that's just a plain awesome idea.
that movie has left me with 2 things i'd like to try in life. listening to the 'perfect game' and drinking a white russian made with non-dairy creamer. and i don't bowl or particularly care for white russians.
You mark that frame an 8 and you're entering a WORLD OF PAIN.
<3
I wasn't even over the line though. Dude, do something.
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