There once was a man from Seoul
Who ate kimchi off of his pole.
Because he thought that spice
Was Exceedingly nice
Butt Sex Butt Sex Butt Sex
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Bored! Ah, such boredom, and on my vacation too. People who say that boredom is your own fault haven’t thought of how bored I wouldn’t be if a benevolent money-bags sent me on a vacation.
Can I muster myself to think of exploring Seoul again as a vacation? I’ve seen your palaces and temples, your fashionable districts and night-life, and most especially your endless blocks of austere apartment buildings. It’s been two years, undearest, and it takes a more creative person than I to still find some reason to wonder.
I’m a coffee shop hermit.
Hey, guess what? Chicken butt.
My camera – my camera makes me see more interest and beauty in Seoul. But it’s nearing retirement. The lens cap is broken and now gone. The LCD screen doesn’t work; now I have to look through a view finder. It takes several attempts to transfer all of the photos onto my laptop. My camera, which gives me a tenuous connection to creativity, wants to be a paperweight. I accidentally dropped it on the floor today too. Poor baby.
I read something online about being a teacher, what it takes to be a good teacher. Organization and consistency, versatility and the ability to keep one’s cool. I am the anti-teacher.
Here let me outline the differences I see between American schools and Korean schools:
- Just kidding!
There is nothing to see at the movie theaters. Movies, my refuge and my remorse.
My apartment, which is more comfortable than living under a bridge, is weighing heavily on me. So many things crammed into one room, and so messy. I’ve become inured to cleaning up my own sprawling disorganization, but it’s current state is even beyond me. Mary Poppins, where are you? Just a spoon full of inanity.
There are only five more days until the spring semester ends. My English summer camp will start the next day. It will last for three weeks. This is my first English camp without another foreign teacher. I’ll see the students from 9 until a little after noon. That means more work and more lessons for me.
At work today I watched movies and clips on youtube. It was pretty much a waste of time. Though at one point I remembered that I still need to think about what I will do when my contract is up. I don’t want to take the GRE in Seoul because the essay portion is done on paper. Paper? I suppose I’ll have to write in runes by candlelight as well. I haven’t written anything on paper in years. I type, for goodness’s sake. This is enough to discourage me from taking the GRE in Seoul.
I think I’d like to become a surfer. That’s a job, right? I don’t want no stinking office job. I envy the P.E teachers. They get to be outside a lot of the day and get some good sunshine. Their job helps them get in shape too. I had to stop taking my walks during my planning period. Fuck work. They steal the best hours of the day from me, for what?
Finally found and emailed this dive club down in Suwon. Maybe I can get my scuba license from them.
