REM

Lots of decisions to be made in a very short amount of time.  The heat is on, my friends.  But for now, I'll leave you with this:

Last night I had a dream where I saw a live performance of some Monty Python skits where everyone kept forgetting their lines.  I know next to nothing about Monty Python, so these words were clearly not based on anything.  Immediately before this, I met Joe Lou Truglio.  And immediately before that, I saw a baby killed in a horrifically violent way.  And at some point, I ripped off my toenails which someone (perhaps Ryan Gosling or Denis Leary) tried to forcefully file.  It was a hell of a night.

It's Friday, Babies!

-LS^2

The other pictures would
be far too disturbing.

Hands of Time

What do to where to go what to do where to go what to do where to go...

-LS^2

I hear ya, Primate.

Gr Gr the Idiobear

"Gr!  Gr!"  he kept saying, flashing his mother...

The Same Moon

I wouldn't be up right now, but Kaitlynn called me to say that Chris was passed out in his parking lot and they needed my suave (ie his apartment code).  So I grabbed a banana, chugged on over and within a quick 이십분 I had him sockless and on his side.  Even fed 'im the 'nana, I did.

So I'm awake now.  It's 2am and I have a lot on my mind.  But I'd rather not have it on my mind-at least not at the moment.  It's cutting into my sleep, which then cuts into my morning.  "Borrowing against my future" I call it.  I'm not sure if I lifted that from somewhere, but I'm happy assuming I didn't.

I won't speak out on the sea creatures paddling through my brainoodle, but instead I'll just post this quote from a girl I've never met but seems to have a dope attitude towards things:

“All this heart wrenching, world crumbling, kick your knees out from under you type shit that youre going through, have gone through, will go through..has an expiration date. A time limit. EVERY SINGLE THING: jobs, besties, college or not?, boys.. every drama that shapes your mood for the month.. it wont mean a thing in a year AT.ALL. So take them as an opportunity to figure out who you are, what you like and what you don’t. You may feel stuck now.. but youre not. Tomorrow(ish) you could be a completely different person if you feel like it.”

Not my words (as evidenced by all the grammatical travesties), but words to consider.

Fringe on, you nutters.

-LS^2

P.S. In 8th grade, Mrs. Loescher-as if citing scientific fact-told me that whether I know it or not, if my toothbrush is kept within 8 feet of the latrine, I'm essentially brushing my teeth with toilet water.  I don't wholly buy it, but I don't dismiss it either.  Either way, I've never forgotten that, and I think about it every time I do anything.  With that, I leave you fashion.

Steak.  No gluten.

"Five Millions Years from Now..."

Has it really been 5,000,000 years?  I think my BLOGGER counter is off.  Then again, I don't know if I have a "blogger counter" nor have I checked it if I do, and I certainly doubt it says I haven't updated in 5,000,000 years.

It's Thursday.  Tomorrow is Friday (that is, if tradition holds up and continues along it's predictable path).  And on Friday, my fellow fucks, Jimmy and Luke and Luke's squeeze will be in Korea!  This I look forward to.  I haven't seen Jimmy since leaving California.  The second to last time I saw him was a short but sweet few cigarettes on the balcony, giving brief and heartfelt "See ya laters."  The time before that, we had gone bowling with our old roommate Aaron for a Funk Bros. night out.  It was a grand night of drinking and pizza and bowling, and me eventually indulging too much, swearing at my lack-luster performance, thoroughly upsetting a family next to us and eventually muttering some goodbyes as I passed out on an apartment floor.  Go out in style, ya know?

Trouble is, I'm not much of a host.  I know jack balls about Seoul, so hopefully my charisma and wit will carry us through the next 3 days.

My contract us up in 33 days.  With the whole experience taken into account, I'm ready to leave Jeomchon and damn ready to leave Little Fox.  I have zero regrets about coming to Korea, and I'm looking to lengthen my stay on this wonderful continent, but I am 10 times over my current job.  Maybe even 11 times over.  I am, however, very much looking forward to my upcoming interview with a school in China.  In checking them out, they seem to have a vibe much more conducive to my styles.  I have high hopes for this job, I just don't know when I'll finally interview.  Keep your eyes crossed, cock-eyes.

I started drinking coffee again recently.  One cup every few days, though.  Seems safe, yeah?  And I gots to get these remaining wisdom teeth out.  The asymmetry is killing me.

This chair hurts my neck.

Amanda de los Reyes is a beautiful woman, as is my mother.  No correlation, really, except they've both given me clothes.

Okay, done?

Done.

Terwilliger,
-LS^2

Scott and Tae Woo.  I love this picture.

Bourgoise sk8r punk apparel.

These googley eyes were the

best $.75 I've ever spent.

Jonno-lookin' hella skinny-drinking a beer

on a weekday and smoking a cigarette.

Hell hath frozen over, y'all.

Gabriel?  I don't know, he's not one of mine.

"I am the danger!"

China

I interview for a job in China tonight.

I hope I get to meet my childhood heroes.

Streams Crossed,
-LS^2

Obsession Rules Me

I can't stop thinking about Aubrey Plaza.  She's not the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, but she is gorgeous.  She isn't the funniest woman I've ever laughed at, but she's much funnier than I.  Her demeanor is in no way my type, but I continue to think about her.  I think when I go back to LA I'll make it a point to be in the same room as her but not actually talk to her.

Wish my luck, you ol' romantix!

-LS^2

I dig stuff.  This, for instance.

"As Much Gold as a Baby"

I e-mailed Arlen this morning and he informed me that Jamal River chose to take his own life on July 27.  This came as a shock to me in the sense that any suicide of someone I know comes as a shock to me.  That seems like such a heavy decision, and I can't imagine anyone goes through with such an act without having the sense that they are living an endlessly painful and torturous life.  That in itself is no way to live, but I guess some can't avoid it.  Sad, really.

RIP Jamal.  You made me laugh on several occasions and you were wonderful on stage.  I'm sorry that you felt there was no better recourse than this.  My hopes are that whatever energy of yours that is left and you claim as your own is feeling better now than it was on Earth.  I wish you the best.

-LS^2

Jamal
(picture borrowed from Aprille Clarke)

Livin' with a Hernia II

Captain's log, stardate 20130804

I've been released from the grips of the tyranny of Jungang Hospital and into the grips of my own immobility.  Laying in my room with nothing but internet access, some bread and a book, I've stayed largely under the RADAR of the outside world save for a hobbled, pathetic trek down the block to the local unfriendly Kosa Mart for some Gatorade and a candy bar (first one I've bought in maybe two years).  I lay in bed with a pillow under my leg and in various postures of uncomfortability.  I'm sure I smell, and unfortunately I've been instructed to not take a shower until my stitches are out on Wednesday.  Looks like Teacher Smellyfuck is gon' have to bring the FeBreze to class Monday.

The rest of my time in the hospital was fine enough.  It wasn't the internment camp setting I had pictured based on a late-night visit last Fall.  It was actually okay.  From what I gather, the only people who use hospitals on Jeomchon are the elderly and me, and it seems that 90% of them are there for severely off-putting coughs.  I couldn't sleep, so I wandered the halls until about 4am carrying my copy of 1984 and standing for extended periods of time at the water fountain, drinking envelope after envelope of the divine juice (you drink water out of envelopes just in case you've never been).

The painkiller they gave me that I thought wasn't doing anything turned out to be quite effective.  I only noticed this when I realized I would be charged $100 per bag and asked them to swiftly discontinue my supply.  After my last wonderful dose wore off, I felt like I had in fact been sliced open and tinkered with.  Not to say I was operated upon and simultaneously molested, but as my genitals were stone cold numb for about 5 hours following the anesthetic, it's entirely possible.  I wouldn't be upset.  Flattered, actually.

I did my best to flirt with the nurses because that's what you do when you identify as a charming and handsome man, and a foreigner to boot.  Said nurses, however, couldn't give a seagulls shitebag about my wit and eyebrow wiggles and even appeared to view me as a burden.  Unable-to-speak-the-language can sometimes come off as unable-to-understand-anything.  I think I was a pain in the ass to be around because I didn't understand what they were instructing me to do.  This MUST be why I felt the hostility, because as I mentioned before, I identify as a charming and handsome man.  At the very least, I made every effort to be polite.

Total cost of the surgery?  $180 (after some clueless bartering, they didn't charge me for the painkillers).  That is roughly 2% of what it would have cost in the old country.  I really hope to rally through and get every medical procedure I could possibly foresee in the next 40 years done in the next two weeks.  But that's just silly talk, now aint it?

Lastly, Salina Soto is a gorgeous and wonderful woman living in Los Angeles.  Funny as hell and I think a fast runner, too.  We busted into a fair only to be politely escorted out only to politely bust back in again.  So if you run into her, be cool.

Handicapped,
-LS^2

And Now...

The Aftermath.

The big fat hematoma from when they

missed the vein and filled my hand with

fluids for four hours.

Flossin' on the smokers' porch.

Haunted Hospital Hallway.

Phineas: Keeper of the Glitterchildren

Hae Jin fanning me, bringing me bread

and talking to the doctors for me.

Muchos gracias, Hae Jin.

Brefkist.

A man I made be my friend.

NOT FOR THE SQUEAMISH

The hernia.  So that's what's been mushin' around

when I cough/laugh/sit up/sneeze/poop/get busy...

Pop goes the weasel 'cause

the weasel goes POP!

All dunned up and meshed.

The Wall of Mutated Assholes, located

inexplicably adjacent to the reception desk.