May Flowers

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First off I just want to say: feliz cinco de mayo! Now that that’s out of the way, allow me to fill you in on what’s been going on here in the past few weeks. I honestly think that the major occurrence that needs to be shared is the purchase of an insanely nice jacket. And dress. Not sure if you appreciate this news as much as I do, but it was a pretty big deal in my life. Which just goes to show that a whole lot of NOTHING has been happening in my life. The good Continue reading

Crap, I AM American…

It’s been over a month since we arrived in Seoul, and my feelings on the matter are starting  to sway a bit. Don’t get me wrong, Seoul can be a good time. Today Meghan, our new friend, and I went to see one of the palaces here in Seoul. “Finally! Something cultural. It’s about time I make an effort to integrate myself into this new culture,” I thought to myself. And it was very nice. But here’s the thing; Continue reading

Shit vs. Spit

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A lovely title, I know. Nevertheless, it’s very suiting to what I’m about to discuss, which are some of my pet peeves that I’ve encountered while traveling. As you are fully aware, I loved Argentina like it was my firstborn son. However, one downside of it was that you could not walk two steps in any direction without encountering a heaping pile of dog dung. So if you saw me walking with my head down, don’t think that it’s because I’m shy or antisocial; I just really don’t want dog shit on my shoes. Continue reading

I’m going to have grey hair by 2014

First off, I’m very sorry that it’s been so long since I’ve written, but the fact that I have been working from 9:00 a.m. to midnight or 1:00 a.m. every day is sort of putting a damper on blogging. And I’m pretty sure that the exhaustion from it all is causing me to hallucinate, because today the brick sidewalk patterns started to look like Nazi swastikas. Anyways, I think I’ve been spoiled up until now in my work experience, because I am not entirely convinced that my coworkers are not actually robots. It’s the only explanation that I can come up with for how they can get everything they get done done.

Actually, I have no idea what they get done. I just know what they want ME to get done. Don’t get me wrong, Continue reading