mylifeinkorea

it has been pretty hectic around school this past week.  i have 3 “big tests” to give tomorrow… and i being the extremely smart girl that i am…managed to delete one of them on accident yesterday. yay for lack of common sense! but tomorrow after school i am having people over to the apartment for quesidillas. hopefully they’ll be yummy. i’m hoping to drink some soju and eat a ton of guacamole.
everyday i’m grow to love my job more and more.  the korean staff is great.  i work with some of the sweetest people i have ever met.  it can be hard, and overwhelming, but i’m starting to get the hang of it.  my mom and sister are coming to visit at the end of april and i can’t wait! annnnnd tesni is coming to visit me at the end of march!  woohooo! i am going to get some sleep because i have a busy day ahead of me. 

i guess i should write a little bit about my teaching experiences so far.

and i will, tonight when i get home from school.

 

 
Brigitte Bardot • Mr Sun
by gippo “>

i miss being a kid.

take me to the beach.

everyday, it has been the same thoughts.  i remember being a kid. i remember being so happy.  when did i first start relying my happiness on such unreal, meaningless thoughts.  it began with “if only…” high school was abounded “if only”.   i’ve reached out to people, many people. putting myself on the table. hoping that someone can take these thoughts and throw them away for me. that someone will say something and it will stick.  but the advice sticks like wet pasta thrown at a wall to see if it’s done cooking; it dries up and falls down. soon after their brief dormancy, these familiar and undeniably twisted comforts awake, and return to my head.  i’m left with “if only”

i want to eat. now. guacamole. now. i want.

i have a tendency to just think about food.  the most delicious food i’ve ever eaten.  guacamole; hands down is my favorite.  avacado. garlic. tomato. onion. lemon juice. salt. amazing.

then there is eggplant parmesan. that is probably my favorite meal, next to meatloaf. then french fries dipped in mashed potatoes and gravy. 

my favorite sandwich, b.l.t or tuna. 
                                                               
                                                                     

to be continued…

                                   
when i was about five years old maybe six, my mother took my sister and i sledding. when we’d get to the bottom of the hill, my mom would haul my sister and i back up.  we were sledding for about an hour and a half, or maybe two hours.  my mom then pulls us in our sled back to our house.  we were crossing the field and when i looked up i noticed that there were about a dozen cows following us. my sister rachel and i got my mom’s attention. the cows were only about 10 away. she started to pull faster but the cows also, picked up speed. my mom stopped and got infront of my sister and i. a bull, came right up to her. she yelled at the bull and it suddenly jeered backwards. all the cows then ran off a few yards away. my mom picked up the rope to the sled and ran us home.  i remember that night thanking god for my mom…and then wondering if she was superhuman.

i still think she might be.

                                                                           

Are you hoping to get out of this mess
truckloads of coffee, conditioned to confess
you’re a bird on a wire
and you’re wrestling

who’s dirty laundry are you turning out fresh
little miss bossy is brimming with breast
you’re a bird on a wire
and you’re wrestling
no station is final

popping the pricks and the pins
are you stopping to smell the good sins
are you stopping to lift the good dress

geriatric at 20 years old
break like a matchstick as soon as you’re told
you’re a bird on a wire
and you’re wrestling
no station is final

don’t do what I do

(you’re rotting now)
yah whatever, she said

woah, look at me. two posts in one day.

i just finished “the dead poets society” and i can’t get this quote out of my head…

“truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold.”

maybe this quote doesn’t affect people in the same way as it did to me.  but i think it’s a good one.

i can’t wait for it to get warm. i can’t wait for it to get warm. i can’t wait for it to get warm.

this would be a perfect day.

well, here it goes…my first blog.

i’ve been living in sanbon, south korea for almost 2 months now.  i’m teaching english (of course) with my boyfriend jesse.

it’s absolutely freezing here, and we both are looking forward for the weather to warm up.  lately i’ve had a lot of time to think…and i’ve been thinking a lot about what i want to do when i go back home to sweet virginia. 

i definitely want to go camping, start taking horse back riding lessons, go on a road trip, buy an antique car…or maybe just a scooter. 

i’ve always had an interest in looking at pictures from the late 60′/70’s…hell, any old picture.

and just like anyone else, i have an endless love for polaroids 

but my favorite picture today is this

i love this.