USA bound!!!

Get out the curly wigs, put away the curlypops... I'm coming home!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

After the longest 15 months of my life in Korea, 22 days traveling Thailand, a month roaming Germany, Holland,France and Austria, and two weeks in California...I'm coming home to my most missed life in the City of Roses!  Things are about to get weird.

Flight details:
First stop- California,  January 26th - Feb 13th
              -If you reside in California, I expect to see your face during this time! I will be spending the majority of my time in Ventura, but, if one has a car or the means to kidnap me and take me else where, this can be arranged!

Next stop- PORTLAND!!!! February 13th, Landing @ 12:30pm
               WHO WANTS TO PICK ME UP?!!! I understand the majority of you have 8-5 jobs but not all of you!!! At the point of pick up, I require a big, long hug!

I understand Monday isn't the best day for my return so I am announcing that the WEEKEND will be. So, take off your grownup pants and embrace the Portland weirdness that I have missed sooooo much! It's going to get a bit sweaty at 80's night on Friday, Saturday maybe a BBQ at one of my favorite's houses? *wink, wink* (I forget it's winter, so maybe a potluck of AMERICAN deliciousness?) And Sunday...FOOTBALL!! Duh. (or maybe football is over? I don't know.) Sunday could be up for grabs.

As for the week, I am yours for who ever wants me. You do have to share me with my family as I haven't seen them either. I have a new niece that I haven't met yet and one that I have missed terribly so I may come as a package. Also know,  I have no phone, no car, and possibly, no money....so I require pick up/drop off, and cheap activities to keep me entertained.

SO EXCITED TO SEE EVERYONE!!!

**Know things may change, as I haven't talked to anyone... Nor do I care what we really do as long as I get quality time with each and everyone of you. If you have better ideas, I'm all ears!

Soon you soon!!
xoxo

Gun-bae, Chok-de, Prohst to 2012!!

Happy 2012!!! Here's to big smiles and no tears!!!

I would like to say a new year brings better things but in my case over the last few years, they have brought worse, so I’ll refrain. 

I spent the holidays in Germany and Amsterdam with a couple of my friends from back home, Linds and Court. It was a big detour from my route back to the US but Linds had just accepted a job with the government on the Army base in Heidelberg, Germany. Her contract is for 3 years so I figured, if I didn’t go now it wasn’t going to happen later. So, here I am! Here’s a bit of traveling advice: don’t travel from a cheaper, to cheapest, to the most expensive country being last. I don’t regret coming but it definitely hurts the bank account a bit. **Donations are now being accepted!

I flew in to Frankfort, Germany on a red- eye flight. All though they sound nice, thinking you might sleep, you should know, you don’t. AND on international flights you get free booze, which means you miss out on that unless you want to buzz the flight attendants and feel judged every time you ask for a refill. My flight landed about 7am and because I came from Bangkok, I’m wearing shorts, flip flops and the two light-weighted sweatshirts I had brought (which were all the warmest things I had.) Thinking I’d get out in a terminal, I didn’t think it’d be too much of a problem. Haha, riiight. As I’m looking out the window, I notice we are no where near the terminal. We either have to walk or get shuttled. The guy next to me chuckles as he notices me touch the window to see if I can get a feel for how cold it is outside to prepare myself. I give him a shrug and say “I think it’s going to be bit chilly!” 

Linds and Court pick me up at the airport and take me back to Linds’  place in Heidelberg. 

The view of the street outside Linds' window

Linds had to go to work so after I pull myself together, take a hot shower (which was amazing after the cold showers I had be having), and put on some warmer clothes, Court and I decide to walk to the Christmas market to get some Gluhwien and then to the castle. We made our way to the market but nothing was there anymore, so instead we decided to hit up a nearby bar for a beer. That beer turned into about 5 and 2 well-poured Jameson shots... we didn’t make it to the castle. However, We did find a wall vending machine in the bathroom which would normally dispense tampons or in Thailand dispense toilet paper but not this one! This one had mini vibrators for sale. You don’t find those everyday! I was trying to think of the logic behind this... could it be for the ladies to think twice about the dude they might take home after consuming a few cocktails or maybe it could be to make the drunk sex about to be had, better? Hahaha, who knows but it was entertaining to find.

The vibrator dispenser!

For Christmas we decided to venture to Holland and enjoy the novelties of Amsterdam. Such a beautiful city. Since it was the holidays, most things weren’t open or they closed early. We weren’t staying for too long as Linds had to work the following Monday so we just wondered around the city for the most part. Among wondering we found the Red/Green district. :) Walking along the Green district you could smell the aroma of weed in the air. For those of you who might not know, marijuana is legal in Amsterdam! Apparently recently, there has been talk about banning it to tourists, and having it only allowed for locals only. Now, when I’m traveling I’m a firm believer to do as the locals do, I mean why not, right?! So, we asked a few locals about this. We found many answers but amongst them we found the one we wanted.  Along our way to a coffee shop we met a stranger who just so happened to be from Portland as well. What are the odds,huh?!! He turned out to be cool, as us Oregon folk usually are so he accompanied us on our journey. After our coffee shop adventure, we walked our way to the red light district. For those of you who don’t know what that is, it’s where you can window shop for ladies to have sex or engage in other sexual acts with. During the day there are also live sex shows. Sadly, I did not witness any of these NOR did I see a show in Thailand where women shoot ping-pongs and gold fish out of their vaginas. :( (Ok, for those of you who are cringing, or are starting to think differently of me right now, hold your thoughts!!! I never said I condone these acts but in all reality, these ARE events/ things that happen in other countries. They are apart of the culture and society. Yes, countries don’t always approve or want these acts but they are still there. As a traveler and being myself, these are things that at one point in my life, now or when I’m a grandma, I can say “I saw it!” And shoot, the same things (give or take) happen in the US whether they’re legal or not. Just cause you choose not to think or believe, doesn’t mean it’s not there. BUT, like I said...I didn’t see either of them.) I don’t know what I was expecting when witnessing this district. Which is basically a neighborhood of buildings all lined with windows in front where the girls/ women/ old ladies stand behind the windows doing whatever they fancy... talking on their phones, putting on make-up, dancing, siting on a chair, flirting through the window with potential costumers... I found myself with mixed emotions. The main one being curiosity followed by disgust. Curiosity for the women in the windows and disgust for the men who actually pay for their services. The curiosity= Where are they from? How did they get to be a prostitute in the window? How does one have a job where the wage they make is determined by how many men/women they have sex with? How can your job be “boning” dudes? How do you have sex with one man, then prepare to have sex with another.. and on and on again in the same day? Do they work 7 days a week or just a few? What do they do outside of work? SO MANY QUESTIONS! And for the men, gross!!!! How do you have sex with a woman knowing that she most likely just had 5 penises inside her already?!! ...especially if you are shopping late night style. Yuck. Anyhow, that’s probably more then you wanted to think about but like I said, that stuff is super interesting to me. I was also fascinated by how attractive some (the majority) of the women were. Don’t get me wrong, not all of them were good looking! At one point I felt bad for a lady who was definitely not even close to being attractive but there were still a group of guys that were in front of her window. They didn’t speak English but they obvisously weren’t being nice. How does one deal with that?!! 

Anyhow, I enjoyed Amsterdam a lot. I wish we could have stayed longer and explore more but that just means I’ll just have to come back another day. 

Amsterdam!!

Ah...the gluhwein!!

You have now entered the Red Light District

We might have made a stop here. 

Back in Heidelberg, Court and I would try to find things to do during the day while Linds was working. Though many of those things resulted in us going to a bar or the store to bring back booze to the house.  I’ve been here 17 days now, and I have not been sober yet. An excessive amount of booze, a diet of meat, cheese and bread and limited physical activity has done nothing good for my body...nothing! We did manage to make it to the castle (though couldn't go in because I managed to lose the Euros needed to pay on the way there) and we walked up to Philosopher’s hillI to see the views. This last weekend we drove to France for dinner. It was only an hour drive. We had a thin crust pizza thing which was absolutely delicious!!! We had a little confusion with ordering the first round, and the lady instead of giving us 3 different types gave us all the same. So, we opted for a round two! 6 pizza for 3 girls...Yup! I'd do it again!!` Courtney left yesterday to go back to the US so now it’s just me during the days and Linds at night and on the weekends so I’m hoping to be less of an alcoholic and be more productive. I bought some cheap athletic shoes so I can be more active and not such a fatty, in hopes to nurse my knee back to health so I can exercise on a more regular basis. And I will be updating my resume and posting it to available jobs in hopes to find a one. If anyone knows, or hears of an opening, my ears are open! 

The view of the Schloss Heidelberg from Old town.

The views of Heidelberg from the castle

You have to have a beer at the top! Court and I enjoying a cold German bier on castle grounds.

Love this pic! Photographer me. 

Philosophenweg "philosopher's wall" 

The view from it.

The drive to France. Passengers can drink!! 

The restaurant where we ate, drank and were merry!

The food. So, so, sooooo delicious!!

The only not blurred picture of the town. 

January 26th, I’ll be back in States!! So far it’s only a flight to Vegas (which could be trouble) but from there I’ll be continuing on to Ventura, CA where I have some friends. Until then I have another 16 days in Heidelberg! What will I do? I don’t know. A trip to Vienna, Austria is in the works and hopefully I can find a place to rent a bike because I am tired of walking. I have no doubt I’ll find something...

The list.

Things I will miss....

• John
• People I’ve met
• Making my kids do funny things
• Public restrooms available everywhere
• Alcohol consumption anywhere/ anytime!
• Taking my pants off when I get home...and not having to put any back on. 
• Cheap taxis 
• All my Kinder kids.... and some of my others. ;)
• Cheap food (Kimbap, mondu, the breaded puff things.....not the fried)
• My apartment
• Not having to pay individual bills (the school does it)
• Getting a tan quickly
• Funny English sentences and answers from students.

Things I might miss....

• Playing Charades  24/7 in hopes that a Korean might understand me.
• Not caring what people think of me
• Korean galbi
• The all in one bathroom- makes for an easy clean
• The bars never closing
• Fireworks at anytime
• Cheap transportation around the country
• Easy ATM money transfers...though the organization on the other side of it, I will not miss

Things I will not miss...

• Work....and everything that had to do with it. 
• Kimchi farts
• The language
• Having to have others handle shit for me. (Doctors, insurance battles)
• Prettier boys then me
• Pushing
• Staring
• Zero common sense
• Scooters and cars on the sidewalk
• The mass consumption of hot dogs (no, it’s not ham, it’s a hot dog.)
• Wet bathrooms (as they are hose out before the bar/restaurant opens)
• Toilets that move when you sit on them
• Throwing toilet paper in the garbage
• Toiletpaper-less bathrooms
• Restroom lines that form in front of each individual stall
• Korean noises (grunts, squeaks, whatever....in place of words)
• People not walking in a straight line....I swear it’s impossible for someone to do that here!
• Koreans who push through the line of the bathroom because “They” have to go.
• Drunk Ajushees (old men)
• Cooking my own food at restaurants
• The breath...oh the breath....
• Mosquitos that decide to make an appearance at 2am buzzing in your ear and the 10 incredibly itchy bites that show up a day later and say for weeks. 
• The bathroom smell
• Squatters
• The non- existent bubble (if I can smell your breath, you are too close)
• The Mosquitos that leisurely fly until when you try to kill them and they hit turbo speed and disappear 
• The wash-machine tying all my clothes in a huge knot and giving me gorilla arms.
• Being at the crosswalk on a sunny day to have the one only other person stand in the shade I make 2 inches away.
• The no talking policy on any public transportation and the dirty looks if you do.
• The lack of air circulation....everywhere!
• The 90 degree stuffy bus rides
• The sales people who follow you but instead of being behind, they stand in your way.
• Shopping to have the sales lady/man show you their ugly picks when you are already looking.
• Weird socially awkward people
• Random Koreans who want to talk to you to practice their English.
• Hospitals 
• Knowing more then the actual doctor and diagnosing myself. 
• Korean to English translation apps
• The cluster fuck of people...everywhere 
• Grown women who act like children 
• Lack of options...food, boys, alcohol, bar music
• Korean men who say two words to you and then try to make out.  
• Smoking in restaurants and bars
• The cheap cigarettes so everyone who smokes, smokes double.
• Koreans selling you Jesus. 
• Having the same conversation “Where you from?” “How long have you been in Korea?” “Do you like it?” WIth the answers being The US, too long, and no, I don’t.
• The produce guy trying to sell me the crap vegetables, thinking I wouldn’t ever notice. 
• Knowing the taxi driver is ripping you off and pretending to not understand you when you tell him you’re not an idiot.
• Very limited if any, quick healthy things to eat. 
• Not knowing what I’m eating.
• Limited variety of vegetables.
• The Chuseuk Gift of 6 tubes of pine flavored toothpaste, 4 bottles of floral shampoo, and 10 bars of soap. (Yes, the thought was nice.) 
• Konglish-uh...

My kids reactions after them wanting to drink my soda water. 

Hahahaha

My awesome example for the day's art project...a flying train.

I'll miss him most of all. 

The gates of Hell finally let me out!

I survived!!! Dec. 2nd I left S. Korea with only the proper send out that Korea knows how to give...at least for me. The last month was insanely ridiculous. I had an unbelievable amount of shit to do for work. Including trying to enjoy and say good-bye to everyone and everything I wanted to, to make a few last good memories of Korea. Because I had so much to do, I hadn’t touched anything in my place to packed or clean until the day after I was suppose to be finished. I tell my supervisor this because I know they want to come look at my house to determine if I get my deposit back. Did they listen? Of course not. Next thing I know, they tell me they wont give me my deposit because my place is basically a disaster. “Yes, I know.” I tell my supervisor. “That’s WHY I spent 15 minutes of my day yesterday talking to you about it.” After wasting another 15 minutes of my day, I convince her to have the lady come back to my house tomorrow when I have actually packed and am ready to leave. 

After work I used my last night spending it with my favorite people. This did not help me get anything accomplished. After getting home at 3am from a local fried chicken place (because that’s exactly what you want to eat before you are to be in a swim suit for the next 3 weeks) many beers, and many coke/soju/beer pounders (the curly form of a boozie) later, I wake up at 7am to pack/clean my place by noon so I can be paid my last pay check by 2pm, go to work to sign for the check, take all my stuff to the post office and go to the bank to close my account by 4. Oh my gosh, did that day suck, some how I managed. Sally Teacher, who came to my place to determine if I was to my deposit back for the second time, came and was SO impressed that I was able to get my place cleaned and packed. Ya, I’m an American, it doesn’t take me that long to get shit done... even if I’m tired and hungover. Now, it was time to find the post office and mail all my boxes! After I carried one to the post office, which wasn’t that close, I decided to take a taxi with all my others. Once I got there, I realized I needed addresses because they weren’t all going to the same place. Perfect, computer packed, can’t get them (Post office awesomeness number 1). Next, I try to send my snowboard home. Post office people or sorry, the lady who was helping me the whole time (who spoke maybe 5 words of English) tells me, no I can’t send it home. Um, What?!!! I asked before hand, and was told it was ok. Nope, she wasn’t having it, as now I have a group around me of post office workers and other customers helping to translate for me. Me angry, annoyed, frustrated...how the heck am I suppose to get it home?!! I call and complain to John, he says he’ll figure out how to send it to me (Thanks John) (Post office awesomeness number 2) Through out all this the lady is asking me if we can be friends, asking to exchange emails, telling me her son is learning English.. “Super lady. I don’t like Korea, I don’t want to be your friend, I just want to send my shit home as fast as possible so I can get all the other shit I have to do done!” Obviously, I don’t say this out loud, I give her my email with a crooked smile saying sure, let’s be friends! (Awesomeness number 3) Then, the next box up is my Germany box, clothes and computer. The lady shakes her head, I’m looking at her like, now what? I’m thinking she’s going to tell me that they wont mail to Germany and I’m going to have to pack that shit around with me in Thailand but instead she proceeds to tell me that she wont mail my computer.  WHAT?!!! Are you kidding me?!! The two most expensive things I own I can’t mail and I have to leave in Korea?!!! The time is now 3pm. I haven’t gone to my work to sign for my paycheck, the bank closes at 4, and now I have to deal with this BS! I’m so annoyed, frustrated, stressed at this point that I’m pleading with her and the supervisor there to please send it. Finally they give in, they open my stuffed-to-the-max box, took 10 mins to decide how to bubble wrap my computer, as I’m trying to step in to make them wrap it faster and not think so hard about it. Finally they are happy with the way it’s wrapped. We put it back in the box using all our bodies to get the box to close. Using a whole roll of tape to keep it closed. The lady finally puts the postage on it and I’m free to leave. Thank god. It’s now 3:30. I Swing my board bag on my shoulder and jog as fast as I can with my knee throbbing as I’m been walking with all the extra weight from my lugging the boxes around. I drop the bag at my friend Johannah’s house so John can get it later. I get on a bus and make it to the bank at 3:50 to close my accounts...did I mention they close at 4. Made it!

I let out a deep breath as I sit down, relieved that I made it in time. The teller I have actually speaks good English too, Yay!! I tell her I am leaving Korea and need to close my account. I want 400,000w cash for travels and I want the rest transferred to a different Korean account number, which I give her a piece of paper with the information on. (I didn’t want to send it to my US account because the exchange rate was so bad.) Next thing, I know she’s giving me 900,000w cash. I’m puzzled but whatever, I’ll just use it to exchange for traveling rather then using my ATM card). I don’t think anything could go wrong with her transferring my money to the account number I had given her. She tells me I’m finish, I give the paperwork she gives me a quick glance, money transferred, bank account empty... looks good. I leave to go to LCI to sign my last paycheck since I couldn’t do it before. I get there, sign my pay stub, realizing I need to look and print off my itinerary so I know when my actual flight out of Korea is (I’m not about to miss it)....and all my other flights in Thailand and Germany. In the mix of things I pull out my bank paper to really look at. I have to refocus my eyes as I see, the bank teller transferred my money, NOT to the account I asked and told her to but my US account where I made ZERO mention of. Really?!! WTF, Korea?!! So to make this story short, Korea (again) screwed me out of hundreds of dollars, about $600 to be exact .

 I couldn’t have asked for a better send off to engrave the hatred I have for that country. Thank you, Korea. Good-bye.

Yongju= 1part coke, 1 part soju, 1 part beer....dangerously delicious.

Mina showing us how to make it.

My kids hard at work. I partnered them up so I didn't have to work as hard. :)

Teacher love squeeze!

Saying good-bye. It's so hard having them be so much a part of your life, teaching them their first English words to be able to communicate and knowing that you'll most likely never see them again. Tears were shed and not just by me.

Last meal with a couple of my favorites before the flight out.

The enjoyment of life again!

December 30th...what a good day!!! I finished working at LCI. Dec. 2 an even better day, I left Korea. Do I regret Korea? Not at all. I do however, regret not going fast enough on that jump causing myself to tear my ACL....Yes, THAT I regret.

I'm now in Thailand. And I love it. Whoever missed the chance to come with me (and that's EVERYONE) you should hate yourself. :) I've been here only 3 days and I have so many stories to tell. This computer though is destroying my eyes so I must get off.

Cheers!!

I love my students.

Today in the the middle of a lesson one of my kinder kids Jian shouts out, "Please don't go, Lindsay Teacher!" Slowly his bottom lip comes out and I see his eyes start to fill with tears. Simultaneously, I felt my eyes start to build with tears. It's going to be really hard to say good-bye...

Jian

Fall 2011 is here!!!!!

41 days, 6 weekends, 29 working days. 6 study guides. 6 monthly tests. Correcting those 6 monthly tests and inputing the scores. 60 more kinder comment books. 30 individual evaluations. 19 parent conferences, a guide on how to teach my 5 classes for the new teacher, 1 Saturday sports day. 10,000 more "TEEEeeeeEEEEEaaCCHHhhhhHHERrrs!" 78 more awkward, frustrating incounters with the Korean staff. Then I'm out of this place I call Hell.

I bought boxes to send stuff home earlier this week and I'm pretty sure the grin on my face was as big as when I first got here. Riding with them on my bike, with no brakes, and in a skirt wasn't one of the best decisions but I managed with minimal profanity and dirty looks. Now, they are sitting in my house and as I look at all my stuff, I don't really know if anything is worth it to send home. Either way they show me the light at the end of a very, very.... long tunnel. It's tiny, but it's there.

Last week, I knocked my open class of my list of things to do. What is open class? It's where the parents of our students come, sit in and watch the class as we teach it. Parent conferences are to follow. This, like everything the school does is a show. Let's make our foreign teachers life's hell and shove our nose so far up our student's parents assholes! Seriously. The parents come expecting to watch the teacher teaching their kid. Little do they know we have to make up new ways to of teaching the material, prepare this material, teach our kids it, and practice a week before hand to.....wait for it....not make the parents embarrassed if their kid fumbles. Not only are we to come up with this material but after we put in our own time (as we do for everything that is expected outside of teaching) we are told it should be different. Did this happen to me? Negative. I am a quick learner and have been here long enough to not be an idiot. I told my Co- teacher to tell me what she wanted me to do. She then gave me a list of things where I was the one to say "Yes, the kids can do this" or "No, this isn't going to happen." Did she like? Absolutely not, but welcome to my world.

Within the week before open class, my co- teacher was told by the Director to clean up my room. Instead of telling me to do it, she took it upon herself to do it. Ummm....ok. Thanks? She takes the coloring pages off the wall that I let the children put up if they are proud of it. She removes some of the trasher/ dingy looking things. Sweet, thanks Adeline. The next thing I know she's re organizing my whole room. My left and right hands are in a different spot, she moves all my classes sticker charts (which are located on different walls) and puts them on the same wall. I become annoyed at this becuase there are many reasons why they are on different walls. Then the next day I come in to do an activity with my kids to help decorate my now bare room but the lesson that I was going to use wasn't there anymore (the lesson- bugs). This absolutely infuritates me (not just cause my bugs are gone but there's a point when you just start to take things personally) A. my room isn't that big of a disaster and B. don't take shit off without asking me first! It's my room, I use the shit in it!  I somewhat collect myself to get my kids from their beginning Korean class. While they go in to use the bathroom and wash their hands. I ask Adeline "where are my bugs that where on the wall?" (which wasn't in the most friendliest manner) She proceeds to make the korean "huh?!!" "My bugs? Where are they? Why are they not on my wall anymore?" Her: "I took them off for open class." Me: "WHY? I use those for all my classes. I would appreciate if you were to ask me before changing things in my room." as I finish my sentence, I walk off. I get all my kids in the room, and they all sit down for snack. Adeline then storms in my room. Once again, how professional can we be? She starts yelling at me.. I look at my kids, they're all staring at Adeline and I. Adeline obvisously having no regards to them, I like OK, this is going to happen... She's yelling at me, of course I retaliate back after a while I just stop talking, there's nothing I can say nor want to say anymore. She leaves. THAT was a great day.

Open class goes well, the kids do great, conferences go smoothly...a half hour into my lunch smoothly.   A huge weight lifted off my shoulders! Parent shit is finished, now it's all paperwork. Hahaha, wrong. A week later I am told we now have to do Afternoon Parent conferences. What?!! We just did those 2 months ago. This is and has been my life. parent conferences are usually every 6 months, now we are doing them every 2 months. Wtf? I understand the parents want to know about their kids but for the afternoon children, all we do is tell the parents how we teach the books. We use to have to do the parent conferences for each parent infront of all the parents....talk about awful. "Oh!! Your kids is a great, does his homework, pays attention in class, but your kid...why do you do his homework for him? Please don't do that as it inhibits his learning ability. Or how about, your kid is an idiot." So, now I have to add in one more book into my lesson plan and talk to the parents on how I teach it. Super, good use of my time LCI. Ugghhh....to be among a work atmosphere with some sense....

Because I've been waiting for November 30th, 2011 to come since about... just after I arrived, I've had everything I need to do before departure in the back of my mind. I've been really good trying to get stuff done so I'm not overwhelmed by it when it all has to be finish. Adeline comes in my room earlier this week and gives me a list of these things along with examples. She then decides she wants to talk to me about our fight from the two paragraphs above. I listen as she tells me I'm not easy to work, I am a negative person, I don't accept the work given to me, She avoids having to talk to me because she doesn't want to deal with me telling her no. I give her explanations to all, the reason why I am, who I am right now, why I can't just put on a happy face anymore and why I don't just accept the work she tells me to do. She tells me me I need to put on smile and say ok when she tells me I need to do something. I tell her I put on a smile for my kids but that's all I have energy for. She tells me if I can put on a smile for them why can't I do it for her....blah, blah, blah. After talking and making no progress in either direction she then proceeded to let me know that because she is a professional woman she doesn't try to get a sore throat or cold because she knows she has to work (As if getting sick is a choice) and implies that it's my fault for being sick for the 3 months at the begin of the year, having surgery from the complications of it, tearing my ACL and everything that came after that. HA. I can't even to begin to tell you how ENRAGED I am with that comment....And if you ask me, you'll most definitely find out.

If I don't get out of this country, it's not going to be myself who I hurt anymore.


Happy thoughts...happy thoughts till the end....


If you didn't see it on Facebook here's a picture of my latest injury (which I apparently caused upon myself) from the mirror I've had on my wall all year, that decided to fall directly on my toes while I was putting on makeup. It luckily fell on my injured Knee's toes so I haven't been completely gimp-ified...just a little extra.

I'm hoping the broken mirror will fix the curse rather than creating another few shitty years.

As for the good news.... to leave this blog on a positive note, I've just added Heidelberg, Germany on my itinerary. My friend Linds just moved there for work. I figured once I'm home I wont be able to travel any time soon so I might as well do it now and worry about the money later. (As we all know, it's kinda what I do best.....You only have one life so you better fucking enjoy it!!!) 

I miss everyone soooo much! I can't wait to see everyone's face. I want to laugh. I want to stuff my face with food that doesn't all taste like fish. I want to speak English having everyone understand me (whether it is for the best or not, I don't care!) I want to be with people who know and understand me or at least pretend to. I just want to be home... and that's anywhere where my friends and family are.