It's like I get this build-up of...something. I dunno what. Stress, pressure, emotional something-or-other, and I suddenly require some kind of change. If I were in the States, I might go for some kind of tattoo, current tattoo modification, or discreet piercing. Since tattooing is illegal in Korea, and I have no desire to get a piercing right now, I'm going to go get my hair cut. It's due for a trim anyway, but I don't know that I'm going to get it cut in the same style as before. The thing is, when hair is as short as mine is, the options for changing the style are limited, but what options there are, seem to be kind of dramatic options, if that makes any sense.
Lis is going with me, which I think is a very good thing. I'm toying with the idea of changing the color or getting some kind of highlights, and her being there will hopefully keep me in the "Hello I do have a real life and a real job where it would be a good thing if I looked like an adult and not some angst-ridden teenager" state of mind.
Anyway, I'll let you know how it goes. I would promise a picture, but I only use lithium batteries and I have not been able to find them. Scratch that. I have found TWO, but my camera requires FOUR. There was a small convenient store near my old apartment that used to sell them, but now, here on this side of town, I can't find them anywhere. So I'm camera-less for awhile, until I can find two more.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Monday, October 30, 2006
Stop the world.
Harry Connick, Jr. has a new Christmas CD out. For those of you who don't know, my memories of Christmas for the past 13 years are totally dominated by this CD. And even some good summer memories, too. But that's a whole different story. Anyway, I haven't bought it yet. Soon, but not yet.
And as if that weren't enough reason to be exceptionally thrilled, the Muppets released a new Christmas CD this year as well. Holy cow. This is necessarily going to be a good Christmas.
That is all. You may return to your lives now.
Harry Connick, Jr. has a new Christmas CD out. For those of you who don't know, my memories of Christmas for the past 13 years are totally dominated by this CD. And even some good summer memories, too. But that's a whole different story. Anyway, I haven't bought it yet. Soon, but not yet.
And as if that weren't enough reason to be exceptionally thrilled, the Muppets released a new Christmas CD this year as well. Holy cow. This is necessarily going to be a good Christmas.
That is all. You may return to your lives now.
Friday, October 27, 2006
All I know is that if that was the heater that just kicked on, I'm walking out of this job.
What in the world could inspire Korean people to think that hot equals healthy????
Beth had her baby this morning around 4 AM. I went up to the hospital and spent about two hours there, just chatting with her and holding the baby. I'm not sure how this worked out, but Addison (and I love the name, by the way) is the first newborn baby I've ever held. He's precious, adorable, and perfect.
MyungHo (the guy I'm seeing) and I are having some communication problems. This isn't really a new thing. It it weren't for his electronic dictionary, we would have few conversations. But the communication issue is actually a bit of a problem now. So I went to bed feeling a little frustrated last night. And right away, I dreamt that I was dating a gorilla. (And for the record, I'm SO not making this up. This is too ridiculous to even consider making up.) The gorilla kept on calling me on my cell phone. I remember clearly that the little phone book icon for the gorilla was a...well, a gorilla. And so, in my dream, I would look at my cell phone, and see this number and a little gorilla face. I'd sigh, and answer the phone. Then I'd hear lots of semi-furious primate-type hooting and grunting. I never really knew what was going on, but I knew something wasn't right. The gorilla was definitely not happy. When I woke up as Lis was going to Adam and Beth's to watch the kids while they went to the hospital, I thought about the dream and chuckled to myself. But now as I think about it, I actually think out of the two of us, I'm the one doing the hooting and grunting, managing to show my displeasure but not actually communicate anything.
Bah.
I think the next month could hold some major changes for me. Here's hoping.
What in the world could inspire Korean people to think that hot equals healthy????
Beth had her baby this morning around 4 AM. I went up to the hospital and spent about two hours there, just chatting with her and holding the baby. I'm not sure how this worked out, but Addison (and I love the name, by the way) is the first newborn baby I've ever held. He's precious, adorable, and perfect.
MyungHo (the guy I'm seeing) and I are having some communication problems. This isn't really a new thing. It it weren't for his electronic dictionary, we would have few conversations. But the communication issue is actually a bit of a problem now. So I went to bed feeling a little frustrated last night. And right away, I dreamt that I was dating a gorilla. (And for the record, I'm SO not making this up. This is too ridiculous to even consider making up.) The gorilla kept on calling me on my cell phone. I remember clearly that the little phone book icon for the gorilla was a...well, a gorilla. And so, in my dream, I would look at my cell phone, and see this number and a little gorilla face. I'd sigh, and answer the phone. Then I'd hear lots of semi-furious primate-type hooting and grunting. I never really knew what was going on, but I knew something wasn't right. The gorilla was definitely not happy. When I woke up as Lis was going to Adam and Beth's to watch the kids while they went to the hospital, I thought about the dream and chuckled to myself. But now as I think about it, I actually think out of the two of us, I'm the one doing the hooting and grunting, managing to show my displeasure but not actually communicate anything.
Bah.
I think the next month could hold some major changes for me. Here's hoping.
Monday, October 23, 2006
A Perfect Sunday
Close enough, anyway. I have been on again/off again sick for the past week or so. Luckily it seems to confine itself to the weekend, which is both good and bad, I guess. Anyway, I coughed and coughed all night last night. I didn't sleep very well, and woke up this morning feeling as if I had been run over by a very large and unkind piece of machinery. I dragged myself out to the living room and watched part of a movie. Then at some point I got comfy down on these huge cushions we have on our living room floor. Apparently too comfy, because I fell asleep. It was amazing. I had the window open in our living room, and it was raining outside. So, there I was, laying on very soft, fluffy, and fuzzy cushions on the floor, listening to the rain, enjoying the cool breeze, and falling asleep. And there I stayed, for around 4 hours. I felt sheepish for sleeping so long in the middle of the day, but Lis pointed out that good rest was probably just what my body needed to kick this cold thing. Then this evening Lis went and picked up the movie One Fine Day for us to watch, because it is THE perfect rainy day movie. YoonHo came over and we watched it together. It was wonderful.
The only bad thing is that it is now 10:00 PM and I should be much more ready for sleeping than I am, due to my nap this afternoon. I'm going to wait about an hour and then take some Nyquil. Anyway, it's been a most delightful Sunday. Just thought I'd share.
The only bad thing is that it is now 10:00 PM and I should be much more ready for sleeping than I am, due to my nap this afternoon. I'm going to wait about an hour and then take some Nyquil. Anyway, it's been a most delightful Sunday. Just thought I'd share.
Saturday, October 21, 2006
I was supposed to meet my counselor at Starbuck's today at 4:00 PM. I got there around 3:15 so I could have some time to relax and read before she came. I ordered my drink and was waiting for it when someone walked in. I glanced up, then back down at the thing I was halfway-reading. Then my brain registered something and I looked up again. It was my friend YoonHo! I cannot even tell you how rare it is for that kind of thing to happen here. Anyway, he didn't notice me. Rather than just saying hi, I decided to do something I knew would freak him out. So I went towards him and then just ran right into him. He stepped away rather quickly, then looked at me, and then it registered who I was. It was sadly funny (I think I might need a hobby). Anyway, we sat and talked for awhile before my counselor got there. He's coming over tonight for dinner, which is exciting as well. I'm gonna go rent some movies now, cause if I sit still for any length of time I know I'm going to fall asleep. That's all for now.
Friday, October 20, 2006
flowers of death, frogs, and other misc. thoughts from my head
Remember the guy I mentioned about a week ago? Said we had broken up? Well, we're not broken up anymore. And to be perfectly honest, I don't really want to talk about it. I don't entirely understand what's going on, but I know that (contrary to most reason) God is using this. I also know that I'm enjoying myself in many sin-free ways.
I only told you that to tell you this. There's a flower store right across the street from the kindergarten building. Last week, on a whim, I went in there and bought some flowers for my guy. It was an impulse buy, and so it was just kind of, "Umm....those. I think they're pretty." (Not really..it was a bit of Korean, but I'm just trying to convey the idea. You understand.) The point is that I didn't put an excessive amount of thought into the flowers. I just picked the ones I thought looked the happiest. Those happened to be white daisies (white also being an innocent color States-side), with green centers. Some of the daisies had a green tint. They were cheery. Anyway, I gave the flowers to him....only for him to actually break down and tell me the next day that white flowers are only given in Korea when someone has died or at a funeral. He was unhappy to tell me, but wisely thought it was something I would be better off knowing than not knowing. I felt sheepish (I think dumb and/or stupid is probably a better word, but I'm trying to be kind to myself). Now I already think it's kinda funny though.
There's always those things that just come out of nowhere, even after being here the better part of a year and 10 months. Then there's things that you think are familiar but aren't. Like just now, it occured to me that it was strange for my Korean neighbors to be blasting bluegrass music this late at night. Do note it was the lateness of the hour and the presence of any music that struck me as odd, not the bluegrass music. I listened for a little bit, then finally got up and put my wall to the ear before I realized it was actually some weird sound trick/echo coming from the fan that's on in my room. (And for the three of you that know who my Korean neighbors are here, I expect you'll probably find it nearly as funny as I did to think of them listening to bluegrass music.)
I'm kinda tired and loopy right now. Lis and I had a talk tonight about who would watch Beth and Adam's kids when Beth goes into labor. We know we're both on call, but thought it would be good to have some kind of plan for who goes so there's not any last-minute time-wasting going on when the baby's ready to come out (and it should be any day now...Lord knows Beth is hoping for sooner days than later days). I said we should do odd/even days, and then I took the odd days, because I'm odd. And while I'm on that note, tonight at dinner Lis said, "I forgot about this creepy dream I had," but I would have sworn on a few items of interest that she said, "I forgot about this creature on my hand." I was about ready to jump up and start running away from the table...which is stupid for too many reasons to even consider. Why would she have a creature on her hand? How could she have forgotten about it? And it's doubtful that any creature that's innocent enough to be forgettable would really pose enough of a threat that I'd need to run from it. Unless it was a frog. I hate frogs...due mostly to my sister Valerie. She ruined me one summer night by catching a tree frog and tossing it in my direction (near the pool at Blanding Place apartments...I remember every sordid detail, so you can't get out of this one, Miss *$!%*#-on-the-coat). Of course she couldn't foresee that the evil little suction-toed thing would attach itself to my forehead (which by then was already the bane of my existence, earning me the nickname of "Klingon," a word I had to Google to make sure I spelled it correctly). I've gotten far from the point. Anyway, the frog stayed stuck to my FACE (in the forehead region) for long enough to traumatize me severely. I hate frogs.
That really is all. Sorry for how random this is.
I only told you that to tell you this. There's a flower store right across the street from the kindergarten building. Last week, on a whim, I went in there and bought some flowers for my guy. It was an impulse buy, and so it was just kind of, "Umm....those. I think they're pretty." (Not really..it was a bit of Korean, but I'm just trying to convey the idea. You understand.) The point is that I didn't put an excessive amount of thought into the flowers. I just picked the ones I thought looked the happiest. Those happened to be white daisies (white also being an innocent color States-side), with green centers. Some of the daisies had a green tint. They were cheery. Anyway, I gave the flowers to him....only for him to actually break down and tell me the next day that white flowers are only given in Korea when someone has died or at a funeral. He was unhappy to tell me, but wisely thought it was something I would be better off knowing than not knowing. I felt sheepish (I think dumb and/or stupid is probably a better word, but I'm trying to be kind to myself). Now I already think it's kinda funny though.
There's always those things that just come out of nowhere, even after being here the better part of a year and 10 months. Then there's things that you think are familiar but aren't. Like just now, it occured to me that it was strange for my Korean neighbors to be blasting bluegrass music this late at night. Do note it was the lateness of the hour and the presence of any music that struck me as odd, not the bluegrass music. I listened for a little bit, then finally got up and put my wall to the ear before I realized it was actually some weird sound trick/echo coming from the fan that's on in my room. (And for the three of you that know who my Korean neighbors are here, I expect you'll probably find it nearly as funny as I did to think of them listening to bluegrass music.)
I'm kinda tired and loopy right now. Lis and I had a talk tonight about who would watch Beth and Adam's kids when Beth goes into labor. We know we're both on call, but thought it would be good to have some kind of plan for who goes so there's not any last-minute time-wasting going on when the baby's ready to come out (and it should be any day now...Lord knows Beth is hoping for sooner days than later days). I said we should do odd/even days, and then I took the odd days, because I'm odd. And while I'm on that note, tonight at dinner Lis said, "I forgot about this creepy dream I had," but I would have sworn on a few items of interest that she said, "I forgot about this creature on my hand." I was about ready to jump up and start running away from the table...which is stupid for too many reasons to even consider. Why would she have a creature on her hand? How could she have forgotten about it? And it's doubtful that any creature that's innocent enough to be forgettable would really pose enough of a threat that I'd need to run from it. Unless it was a frog. I hate frogs...due mostly to my sister Valerie. She ruined me one summer night by catching a tree frog and tossing it in my direction (near the pool at Blanding Place apartments...I remember every sordid detail, so you can't get out of this one, Miss *$!%*#-on-the-coat). Of course she couldn't foresee that the evil little suction-toed thing would attach itself to my forehead (which by then was already the bane of my existence, earning me the nickname of "Klingon," a word I had to Google to make sure I spelled it correctly). I've gotten far from the point. Anyway, the frog stayed stuck to my FACE (in the forehead region) for long enough to traumatize me severely. I hate frogs.
That really is all. Sorry for how random this is.
Fall Into...
I've noticed this week two Western restaurants with the same bad English. It's a Korean thing, I know. But seriously...seems like someone in the ranks of these restaurants would have at least some kind of English ability to understand that these don't work.
At Bennigan's, where I went with a Korean co-worker on Tuesday, I read, "Fall in Love, Fall in Beer." Then, on the Sizzler I pass on my way to work, there was a banner that said, "Fall in Sizzler." Now...it is possible to fall in love, fall in beer, and fall in Sizzler. The first is pleasant, the second would be stinky, and the last embarrassing. While walking to work this morning I started thinking about this, and contemplating which would make the others easier. Theoretically one could do all three at the same time, if one happened to be at Sizzler, eyeing an attractive member of the opposite sex, and stepping/slipping in a puddle of beer.
And that's pretty much all I've got for tonight. Night.
At Bennigan's, where I went with a Korean co-worker on Tuesday, I read, "Fall in Love, Fall in Beer." Then, on the Sizzler I pass on my way to work, there was a banner that said, "Fall in Sizzler." Now...it is possible to fall in love, fall in beer, and fall in Sizzler. The first is pleasant, the second would be stinky, and the last embarrassing. While walking to work this morning I started thinking about this, and contemplating which would make the others easier. Theoretically one could do all three at the same time, if one happened to be at Sizzler, eyeing an attractive member of the opposite sex, and stepping/slipping in a puddle of beer.
And that's pretty much all I've got for tonight. Night.
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