I am sick. This is nothing new or exciting, after all I teach 6 year old kids who are simply angelic shaped petri dishes. It is an unfortunate fact of life that I am sick on a Friday when all I want is to go out and keep the company of people whose native language is English and have a pint. That doesn't sound too extravagant, I should be able to do that with a head cold, right? Only I went to bed at 7:30 last night and it took me 7 cups of coffee to get through the hours of 9:30 and 6. I haven't had that much coffee in a day since I lived in Paris desperately trying to get through a college work load in my second language. It was kind of amusing, how horrified my collegues were by the amount of coffee I was consuming.
Someone I met at the French dinner called me earlier to ask me to go out tonight (I already cancelled my plans with some friends on account of being sick) and hang out. When trying to figure out a free night to hang out I realized that I don't have a free night until January 5th, when I get back from Indonesia. Between the people I like to hang out with in Anyang, the Jew crew holiday making and teaching I'm not struggling to fill my time anymore. It's kind of nice.
On the docket for this weekend:
Saturday: Teach Spanish (English lesson got cancelled for illness)
-try to find some summer clothes for Indonesia
-...try to remember what I said I'd do Saturday night
Sunday:
-laundry (Not exciting but I feel using appliances with Korean instructions is always an adventure. I've only flooded my kitchen once but it was from the sink and despite what my landlord tried to say it was NOT my fault.)
-go to Sema (Seoul Museum of Art) to see the art exhibit that was imported from the Centre Pomipdou (early 20th century artists take on heavenly themes=heaven to a 19th century/early 20th century art fiend like me)
-Hanukkah party at the Hamilton Hotel, sponsored by Chabad.
I'm uber stoked about everything on the list except shopping and laundry. Laundry is rather obvious but I suppose shopping isn't. It's just, I am a size small in the states and a large in Korea and I've yet to find a belt that actually fits around my hips. I joke with my friends that I need to go to a fat person store in Itaewon or something but to be honest I'm too horrified/embarassed to even go into such a store to have a look. In the States I have a great body but here it's just a weird body with very few brands that make anything that is remotely flattering on my curves.
I don't think I've been so self-conscious of my body since I hit puberty. Then again, when I was 13 I could walk down the street without everyone staring at me. Here, everything from the bridge of my nose to my curves is Worthy of a Stare. I've perfected the return stare that says 'Hey you, yeah I see you, and I KNOW THAT YOU ARE BEING RUDE IN YOUR CULTURE AND MINE.' It's not a glare so much as a toned down version of what I use as a teacher to let my students know that I see them and that fiddling around is Not Okay during class time.
I need to stop being so self-indulgent. I am listening to Death Cab For Cutie and reading angsty French literature. I should switch to ... something cheerier. Or a movie. I was supposed to go out to the movies tonight (before the pint), only in Korean culture it's the height of rude to blow your nose in public which means mingling in Korean society when you are sick is rather difficult. I've yet to figure out how the Koreans do it but when I do I shall inflict my germs on everyone!
Anyone have a good, cheery movie recommendation?
8 comments:
Oh, pauvre bebe! Time for hand sanitizer after every time you touch anything or anyone in school. It's that time of year for It's a Wonderful Life'.
I know that we're Jewish, but it;s still an all time great movie.,
OOO, that is a good call actually, that would hit the spot of angst AND happiness.
gotta love that leg lamp too....
...leg lamp?
You know, my Korean cell phone does a lot of things but I'm fairly positive that it doesn't turn into a leg lamp/flashlight type of thing.
I had a dream about you and me climbing. It was nice but also sad because when I woke up I realized that you weren't here to climb with. *Pouty face* I hope you get better. And if I don't say it on time, I might as well say it early. Have a Happy Hanukkah!
i was talking about the movie
So just an observation here. How does listening to Death Cab for Cutie while reading angsty French lit work out in your brain? Personally, it might make mine explode.
Death Cab for Cutie was WRITTEN as a theme song for angsty French literature, trust me.
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