Kyle and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad past couple Days
I've had a rough couple days. I had a whole blogging ready to write about (my dreams over here - I'll have to get back to it another time), but when I tried to log on to blogger, for some reason, everything on my blog has changed back to Korean. I have it set on English, but for some reason it reverts back to Korean from time to time. I'm assuming it is one of the stellar new and improved features of the new and improved blogger. All I can say abou the new blogger.com is: I'm a huge fucking fan. So anywho, I logged on to write about one thing and have decided to instead bitch - I need to vent - I figured it might make me feel a little better. If you're looking for something witty or humorous or deep, get the hell out of this site and go rent a Pauly Shore movie because this isn't going to be pretty.
I am nearing the end of what our school calls "intensives" where I have in effect picked up 80 extra classes over the last four weeks. That's a lot and it has begun to wear me down a little bit. To give you an idea of how I'm feeling, I haven't taken a nap since I've gotten to Korea until this this weekend and over the weekend I took three: one on Friday evening, one on Saturday afternoon and one on Sunday evening - and I didn't even do any substantial drinking this weekend. The intensive schedule ends on Monday and I couldn't be more excited to go back to normal schedule. To be a little bit positive, my paycheck next month will be laced with a bunch of overtime hours, which will be nice, so if I can just get through these last few days everything will be gravy.
Last week was my birthday, and having a day that is supposed to be all about you in a country where you are more or less on your own is kinda wierd. I wouldn't say I am lonely, but I do feel alone a lot of the time, and my birthday really intensified the feelings of being alone. I can't pinpoint exactly what it is, but there is something terribly depressing about sitting in a room at 2am on your birthday, nursing the bottom of a fifty dollar fifth of Crown Royal, alone with your thoughts, getting too drunk to jerk off. On the plus side, I bought myself an ice cream cake from Baskin Robbins that was pretty incredible, so I guess I would have to say it wasn't all bad.
My computer is slowly dying.
I ripped one pair of pants and permamently stained another - and they don't sell clothes for fat people in Korea.
I need a haircut but can't bring myself to visit the mullet-prone barbers of Korea.
I don't even want to begin ranting about my Saturday - it was just one failure after another - taking place all over the city.
It's been fucking cold around here lately - and it's supposed to get colder.
The Jayhawks lost to Texas Tech?
One of the few birthday presents that made its way across the ocean was a collection of Bukowski poems from my mom titled, "You Get So Alone."
I keep getting e-mails telling me about sweet bands coming through KC and Lawrence and it really makes me miss live music that isn't flowing from my iPod.
I miss my friends.
To be honest, my mood really lightened up today and I had a really good day at work, but when I tried to log on to my blog tonight and it was all in Korean, my blood started to boil. I don't lose my temper very often, but I was screaming and I realized it was because of all the pent-up negative energy I've been trying to hold in and ignore. This has been rather cathartic (just like when Mike Shank beat the shit out of the old used car in "American Movie.")
Love from Seoul
I am nearing the end of what our school calls "intensives" where I have in effect picked up 80 extra classes over the last four weeks. That's a lot and it has begun to wear me down a little bit. To give you an idea of how I'm feeling, I haven't taken a nap since I've gotten to Korea until this this weekend and over the weekend I took three: one on Friday evening, one on Saturday afternoon and one on Sunday evening - and I didn't even do any substantial drinking this weekend. The intensive schedule ends on Monday and I couldn't be more excited to go back to normal schedule. To be a little bit positive, my paycheck next month will be laced with a bunch of overtime hours, which will be nice, so if I can just get through these last few days everything will be gravy.
Last week was my birthday, and having a day that is supposed to be all about you in a country where you are more or less on your own is kinda wierd. I wouldn't say I am lonely, but I do feel alone a lot of the time, and my birthday really intensified the feelings of being alone. I can't pinpoint exactly what it is, but there is something terribly depressing about sitting in a room at 2am on your birthday, nursing the bottom of a fifty dollar fifth of Crown Royal, alone with your thoughts, getting too drunk to jerk off. On the plus side, I bought myself an ice cream cake from Baskin Robbins that was pretty incredible, so I guess I would have to say it wasn't all bad.
My computer is slowly dying.
I ripped one pair of pants and permamently stained another - and they don't sell clothes for fat people in Korea.
I need a haircut but can't bring myself to visit the mullet-prone barbers of Korea.
I don't even want to begin ranting about my Saturday - it was just one failure after another - taking place all over the city.
It's been fucking cold around here lately - and it's supposed to get colder.
The Jayhawks lost to Texas Tech?
One of the few birthday presents that made its way across the ocean was a collection of Bukowski poems from my mom titled, "You Get So Alone."
I keep getting e-mails telling me about sweet bands coming through KC and Lawrence and it really makes me miss live music that isn't flowing from my iPod.
I miss my friends.
To be honest, my mood really lightened up today and I had a really good day at work, but when I tried to log on to my blog tonight and it was all in Korean, my blood started to boil. I don't lose my temper very often, but I was screaming and I realized it was because of all the pent-up negative energy I've been trying to hold in and ignore. This has been rather cathartic (just like when Mike Shank beat the shit out of the old used car in "American Movie.")
Love from Seoul
posted by Kyle at 11:04 PM
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