And they're off...

The girls (minus April) left today...
They're off to Tokyo...
I'm hella tired.

After 1 day and 2 nights, my apt is covered in hair and my drain is clogged.
Damn girls and their crazy hair...
I'm gonna cut mine.

I'm so tired...

Changs...

Changs love to talk about how "chang" things are...
There's nothing more that a "Chang" likes to talk about.
It's like, "chang this" and "chang that"... "chang, chang, chang..."
My family is seriously self-absorbed.
We love talking about ourselves.
I dare you to find another family that has so much fun talking about themselves and throw their family's name around like we do.
However, if you know my family, you should know that calling something "chang" is not exactly a compliment... unless by "compliement" you mean "chang."
hahaha, that doesn't even make sense.
We're crazy...
If only you could read Cheddie's blog and the comments and the emails my family writes... then you'll know just how much we love (or hate, but especially love) being a Chang.
Well, I guess you can read Ched's blog:
www.xanga.com/lvia_lviaquez
(Ched, just returning the not-really-a-favor favor)

Why am I writing about this?
Because I can. (don't you hate it when people respond that way? It's so junior high.)

Anyhoo, my friends are coming to visit me tomorrow!!!
Yay!!!
We're going to sleep at my teeny, tiny apt.
I have 2 blankets, 2 pillow, and 2 mats... there are 6 of us.
And, it's going to rain on Sunday.
What the hell.
Let's hope it doesn't turn into a "chang" weekend...

yummm..

I am currently smacking on a candy a student gave me to eat.
It's pretty nasty.
The kids here always give me things to eat... and you know what?
I always eat it.
Normally, I'd be a little suspicious about the flavor or the cleanliness of the candy, but not here, not anymore.
Just the other day, I ran into a student on the street, and she took my hand, put a candy on it, and shoved my hand into my mouth.
I didn't even have time to think.
One moment I'm all alone and candy-less, and the next moment I'm eating a candy while a strange little kid watches me.
If this were America, I'd smack the sucker!
Ok, maybe not.
I'd probably take the candy, say thank you, and throw it away.
I'm not a germ-a-phobe, but these are middle school kids... middle school kids are disgusting.
Everything about them is disgusting... they're all sorts of awkward and crap.
It's kinda like when a little kid digs in his pocket and pulls out a handful of jelly beans... you know he/she means well, but you don't want to eat the damn jellybeans, you know?

Anyways, I swear, they could give me a piece of chalk and I'd probably end up eating it.

the "e" word...

You know what I noticed about "bloggers?"
They hella read other people's blogs!!!
Well, maybe it's just me, but I never read anyone's blog until I started one of my own.
It's fun reading about other people's boring lives... it's even funner to read all the comments other blog-readers leave behind.
Haha... I sound so geeky.
But, hey, what do you expect to hear from someone who has a blog?

Ugh... I disgust myself sometimes... I'm such a geek.
If I were a guy, I'd probably be wearing an ascot or something.
Hey, Eugene, don't some of your friends wear ascots?
No, they wear their sweaters around their necks, right?
No, no, no, they wear grey (gray???) turtlenecks and scarves, right?
You and your friends disgust me, too.
Puahahahahaha.

You know what sucks about being an English teacher in Korea (an English-crazy nation)?
Everyone and their mama thinks that I love English...
They all think that there's no better way for me to spend my free time than teaching English...
They think that English is my life...
They also think that they are the only ones who ask me for English favors.
You don't even know how many people ask me to teach them, tutor them, speak to them.
Damn me and my English-speaking ways!!!

I think that my blog clearly shows that I should not be allowed to teach the damn language.
I mean, I don't even know whether the lighter shade of black is spelt "grey" or "gray!"
Would you want me to be teaching your kids?
I wouldn't want me teaching my own kids.
They'd be hella fobby.
I was born and raised in the States, but I sometimes confuse my "r" and "w."
For example, I might say "weally" instead of "really."
I don't do it much, but it's been known to happen.
Just ask Jill or Vee (maybe Bre)... they lived with me for 3 years.
It's even worse when I'm with my fellow fobs (Vee, Jill, Djana, April, Bre, Leigh).

As Jill told my mom: my English has gone to the s-.
(she didn't actually use those exact words...)

November 16, 2005

Happy Birthday, Jane!!!

this is jeopardy...

Hey, Eugene, Ched... I am the master of Jeopardy... thank you very much.
hahahahaha... are you guys laughing with me right now?
Let's laugh at that comment together... ready???... 1, 2, 3... puahahahhahahaha!!!
Jane, the master of Jeopardy???
I kill myself, sometimes!!!
Master of Jeopary...
More like the Jester of Jeopardy... puahahhhhahhaha.
By the way, I remember that plane question.
hahahaha.
Eugene's dumb... real dumb.
You dummy.
But, I shouldn't be talking because I agreed with him.
I guess I dummy, too.
Punk! (say it like daddy.)

...

I'm listening to 'Forum' on KQED's internet radio and this lady is talking about mermaids...
She's like, "All cultures have mermaids. Everyones believes in mermaids..."
I'm thinking, "Huh? All cultures believe in mermaids? How about countries like Switzerland or Chad that don't touch the ocean?"
Then, she continued, "I think people believe in mermaids because everyone is a mermaid in the womb. And, blood, salt, and salt water all have the same chemical composition."
What?!?!
Now, she's singing this poem about birthdays, garbage, chinatown, the financial district, being a quarterback...
What a freakin' hippie.
I'm all about openmindedness, but this lady is just plain crazy...
Michael Krasney sounds a little scared by her hippiness.
hahahaha.

Dude, who wears contacts?
Don't you hate it when something flies into you eyes?
It hurts like hell.
As if your eye is being scratched apart.
You can't even blink it away...
About an hour ago, I was in class and I think some chalk dust flew into my eye (stupid Korea and it's chalkboards... hello, it's all about the dry-erase boards. Get with it Korea.), and it hurt so bad!!!

the cutest letter...

Today is Peppero Day.
I got lots of yummy peppero and 1 letter from one of my students, Ji-Young.
This week, I've run into her almost every morning and we try to chew the fat - I ask her how she's doing, she says, "fine"... I ask her what class she has in the morning, she stares off into space and says, "I don't know"... I ask her what she did last night, she says, "ummm..."... I ask her if she watched tv, she says, "yes"... I ask her if she's cold, she says, "no."
That' s pretty much our dialogue each morning.

I wonder if she thinks I'm strange for asking her the same exact thing day after day...

Well, today, she gave me a humungoid box of peppero and this letter:

To Teacher... <3 ^^
Hi ~ Teacher!!
My name is Ji-young. 1 grade seven classroom
How are you? I am very well.
My have Monday four teacher classes a week.
It's fun talking to you <3
What's your view on this??
What do you think of Korea??
^o^
You're the best teacher in the world.
Bye ~ Have a nice day!! <3

Isn't that hecka cute?
I know I'm just flattering myself by posting that letter, but I don't care.
That's cute as hell.
I could see that she wrote some of it first in pencil, erased it, then wrote in marker.
hahahahaha.
I feel so special.

This is the first time I received a letter in long, long time.
I miss those days of writing letters...
When you can see how the person writes...
See how much care was put into your letter...
Look at all the cute stickers posted on the morning glory stationery...
Now, it's all about the emails...
The blogs...
I hate the computer...
So, why do I spend 8 hours of my day in front of it???

damn stairs...

Remember my list of things that never fails to put a smile on my face?
If you don't, scroll down a little bit...
If you do, well, the jokes on me.
You see, in a previous entry, I wrote about how funny it is when someone scrubs on the top stair of a staircase, so, you can only guess what happened to me yesterday.
Yup, that's right, I scrubed.
Hold on, not so fast...
Before you all get tickled pink at my misfortune, I would like you to know that thanks to my cat-like reflexes, I did not fall on the floor.
I did one of those hella ugly balancing acts where your body sways back and forth, side to side, all the while making a face only a mother could love.
Yeah, you know what I'm talking about...
Like I just said, lucky for me I did not fall, however, I did spill some water on the floor (I was holding a cup) and a student passing by saw my acrobatics.
Oh, and here's the best part: I let out a, "uuuuhhhh whoa" right before I caught myself and then, I tried to play it off like nothing happened.
That's probably the most embarrassing part...
Well, it was bound to happen eventually.
I walk up and down 5 flights of stairs daily...

dang it, ched...

I don't know what it is about reading Cheddie's blog, but it always makes me want to write in mine.
Maybe, I just want to out-funny her.
But, I don't see how that could happen, since I am a "math-science" girl, remember?
No, I mean, I'm a "math" girl.
Damn it, I know that you know that I'm just "a girl."
*sigh*

Hey, by the way Ched, that burrito looked damn good to me.
Damn good.
My stomach is growling at just the thought of it.
Who cares if it had lettuce?
You're in Ireland.
The country filled with little GREEN people... it's only natural that they would want to make everything green, even a burrito.
It's their nature.
It's in their blood.
Helllllllooooooooooooooooooo.
Duh, Cheddie, duh.
Just be grateful, you ungrateful bastard.
puahahahaha.

For all of you who are reading this, and are not a Chang: yes, I just called my little sister a bastard. It's the Chang way.

Anyways, I just finished writing emails to my family and friends about how much I hate Mondays, and how lonely and sad I feel.
If this was a tv show or a movie, Coldplay's "Trouble" would be playing in the background, and the camera would close in on my face as a tear trickles down my cheek, making it's way into my quivering mouth, and that's when I would lick it away and think, "why are tears so salty?"
puahhahhhhahahaha.
Seriously though, why are they so damn salty?

Alright, time for me to daydream about burritos while I wait for my next class to start...
mmm... burritos... uguhguhgug (that's the gargling sound Homer makes)...