Happy Holidays, Sistar!

Korean Pop.  I haven't formed a solid opinion yet, but I'm going to assume it will consume me down to the marrow by November and I will no longer be who I am today.  I will miss me, but it's what I have to do.  At least, that's my assumption.

Right now, I feel pretty Dog damn good.  I just taught my first day of classes today (albeit with the sturdy training wheels of Rebecca guiding me forward confidently) and we are now on a 5-day holiday.  Chuseok, yo.  A giving of thanks.  You might even call it a thanks giving.  But then you'd sound like a dumb-ass Westerner, and nobody wants that.  My strong sense of tradition tells me to get a beer and crack open the festivities by sluggin' back some suds, but my guts aren't terribly interested in that.  There is, however, a complete lack of open container laws here, so I could conceivably grab some makali and head to a video arcade.  If I knew where one was.  Jesus, that'd be some real fun...

"Love your life. It makes everything better when you make a point to do that." Lucas Ventura just threw that out there into the cybersphere and I think it's a right proper way to operate. Of course some people are 10 types of oppressed, damaged, put upon and persecuted far worse than I can imagine, so I won't fault them for feeling a bit shit on and maybe not appreciating my Disney advice, but I'm'a take it and run with it. Until I run out of pineapple juice (I have about 3/4 of a pint left). Then I'll be in absolute despair from which I don't believe I'll ever rebound.

Juice aside, I'm feeling great.  It's drizzling outside which always puts me in a good mood.  I met a shit ton of people last night, each cooler than the last (depending on the order in which they line up for such an appraisal) and my blueberries arrived in the mail today.  I now have plenty of blueberries.  Plenty.  Shit, man, come and get it.

Now I'm hungry.  One-and-a-half meals a day is not what I'm used to, though my fat ass could stand to scale back a bit.  It's nice to be gone from The Land o' Plenty o' Sandwiches.  If left to my own devices and lack of discipline, I would probably eat 14 square meals a day, all sandwich based.

Now I'm definitely hungry.

If this were a private blog, it'd be a much longer post, but that's the thing about blogs: they aint private.  What the hell would be the point? There are a lot more naked bodies and intricate aliens-versus-heavily-armed-children scenarios bouncing around in my noggin right now that I choose not to share with all y'all.  That's J material.  So we'll end things there, and I'll see you on the other side of whatever we're going through. With a little luck and a lotta finesse, we'll both be a lot studlier when we get there. So let's get to gettin'.

Much love, Sistar.

-LS^2