backpack dreams

It's funny watching your bugbites get larger.
Just this morning twas nothing but like a fifth nipple to me, but due to my constant agitation, it has grown exponentially. I imagine this is what parents feel like before sending their kids off to college, except this bite is here to stay.
I actually have a lot more, too. Like at least 5 or 6 more. One on my right ass cheek. Like 5 on my left arm. What the hell! I went to the equivalent of 99c Only here with my dad and bought some strange sort of incense that burns to keep mosquitoes away, although it doesn't smell pleasant, just like burning.
And on the way back (we were biking), I saw this cute girl staring out a window of this school bus. God knows why these kids were on a bus this late at night but jeez! Why are all the cute ones always on the buses that pull up in front of you as you are biking home from the 99c Only equivalent at night after shopping for mosquito repellent? It's a shame, really. And I'm pretty sure she wasn't sitting next to anyone. She was practically sitting towards the damned window. And there were boys in the bus, too. Straight boys. At least I think so.
It's not like I would have made a move anyway, even if she was in a non-moving bus. I'm just not that type of dude (brave).
I've also done the research and turns out my trademark insecurity and awkwardness nearly triples when I'm in a foreign country and don't speak the language. (Bonus points for wearing a dorky bike helmet! My dad makes me. It's okay, I like looking at myself with helmet hair, I look funny.) So yes, I'm sure even if I've met the most accepting, attractive, intelligent, perfect-for-me lady (I feel like I'm on eHarmony), and she BEGGED me to be her "B.F." or for us to become an "it-em" I would just turn a strange color and make weird Matthew jokes only Matthews understand, and even then jokes only some Matthews understand, and just shuffle and shuffle my feet like a damn BJ dealer (blackjack, what else?) and just implode due to surpassing my own awkward capacity. Blah blah. She just looked sort of lonely (and kyoot), in the split second I saw her, and I'm a creep so I just had a natural urge to talk to her, despite our languageigorial differences.
It's only 10 o' clock here but I'm plenty o' tired.
Top o' the morning to you Californians, I think it should be about 7 am there, I think I'm wrong.
I had other stuff to say, but my bad memory prevails, once again.
This blog is an outlet for me, not some creepy, ineffectual, cry-for-help center, so sorry if it comes out as the latter, which it probably does a lot. Shawwy.

Labels: GO FLY A KITE, perhaps I should hire a proofreader

Hi, I am in Korea.
My last post was kind of wacky, I guess.
I really have a lot I want to type up, so much so that blogging has been taking up a lot of my thoughts today and yesterday, which is kind of pathetic so I guess I'll save myself some typing and keep my own lackadaisical rants to myself, and perhaps boil it down to some key points.
-Megan Fox should be thankful she has boobs and stuff because she is really quite bad at acting.
-That movie was kind of a joke, in my opinion, it's just explosions and robots fighting eachother. I can't really feel bad for a robot. It's really the opposite, because I secretly believe that robots/machines will one day all rape us in the ass.
-Korea can be too damn hot sometimes.
-I went biking far today, so far as to justify bold.
-I am tired. But the hills were really amazing. And other things were amazing, too. It's just that there were many moments when I wanted to throw my bike into the river and walk home. I know that doesn't make sense but that's how I felt. I just felt angry at the damn bike for making me so damn tired. I don't know. Frustration. You know.
-So much for boiling it down.
-I have pictures of Korean stuff and I actually was quite the idiot so I wasted batteries taking pictures of the same thing over and over again and didn't get to take pictures of cooler stuff, which I'll get to later.
-And finally, no, I have not had one of those life changing moments where I shed my American tears over Korean soil and began kissing it and dry humping it and realizing my heritage or whatever.

Labels: the wait is over for this great blog post

I went to the Passport Agency today.
Was quite boring, I guess.
The building itself was huge and somewhat cool looking though.
And I guess it was kind of interesting just because of how many different kinds of people there were.
Including a mommy that was pretty mean to her children. And a French couple.
A stereotypically German looking man with extremely thick blond hair on his thighs. (Think more 20th century German, not Nazi German, if that makes sense)
Also, this ragtag team of foreigners kind of made their own little clique and started cracking jokes with each other and shit. I guess it was kind of cute because all of them were borderline obese or balding so it was fun to see them socialize. That made me seem quite the voyeur, which I guess I kind of can be, when I feel like it. Sometimes I glance in whatever windows homeowners have cared to leave open as I walk/bike around Cypress. It's usually the same, too, man and/or woman on couch, watching TV, drinking some beverage, petting some dog, touching some body part. It bothers me when they're watching commercials, though. We all have at some point, but watching someone else watch commercials just kind of makes me sad. Now I suppose watching me watching someone else watching commercials would make you even sadder, but it's not like I stay watching them for more then a few seconds anyhow. So don't go shedding those tears for silly ole me now, ya here?
Now get!
Get!
I said get! I don't want you anymore! Can't you see?
You stupid dog!
Get, you curd! Get!
Shoo! (boy kicks dirt)
(The dog is at first stubborn, but after one last longing search in its owner's eyes, he runs away. The boy breaks down into tears. Cue sentimental score and more sniveling from young boy.)
But anyway, them old people. It was a sight akin to children meeting each other for the first time at the neighborhood playground. Kyoot.
The process itself took perhaps a combined 20 minutes but I had to wait for about eternity.
Also there was a picture of Barack Obama and Hilary Clinton on the wall behind my helper (or whatever you want to call them), for obvious reasons. It was kind of neat, I guess. Dept. of State and all. I actually considered applying to be a Foreign Service Officer but I realized that I would probably fuck up all our foreign relations and we would get nuked or something like that. Other than that, I wouldn't really make it anyway. I guess I kind of romanticized the actual job, too. But still, it would be neat.

Hey, summer starts tomorrow!
I'm not looking forward to it other than my trip, really.
Korea.
Yes.
Hopefully, I can get my grubby little appendages on a digital camera and I will take very touristy photos and possibly post other sentimental shit about my roots and heritage or something like that. But apparently it's supposed to be extremely hot and muggy, which in my opinion is the worst type of weather ever created, I'm talking to you, God.
Lil' Baby Jesus gotta ruin all my travel plans.

Last note: 12 HOUR PLANE TRIP! WHAT THE HELL.

Also, don't worry guys. The dog comes back to save his owner at the last minute and charms the landlord enough so that he may stay. Happy ending.

Labels: are you confused?, blabber

Once again everything seems to have the overwhelming impression of "meh."