It's my birthday. Happy Birthday to ME! Here's a cake I DIDN'T eat:
but it's cute, eh?
So yes, I'm thirty bloody six. Hard to believe, really. Seems like just yesterday I was walking the halls of high school in my Catholic girls' school uniform. Crazy.
So I was going to go out tonight. On the town. Party it up. I napped too long, though, and then thought it was dicey, it being Chusoek and all (chu-sok in former spellings.) It might be hopping, it might not. I decided not to chance it, and am going to stay in. I may or may not go out tomorrow night. I might wait til next weekend. I may never go out at all. Going out alone can be interesting, or it can be pathetic. It's all a crap shoot.
Today was good though. I met Elizabeth for lunch at the buffet restaurant we went to back in July. It was alright, decent salad, excellent shrimp tempura, and I loved the smoked salmon (very smokey!) but Elizabeth was turned off by seeing the skin on the bottom. Before it was sans skin, but today - avec skin. I don't know why, and it doesn't matter - actually I thought it was tastier today than ever before. I got a nice present of lavender Body Shop body wash and lotion. Lovely.
We went shopping for a bit at Lotte Department store where I dropped sixty bucks worth at Body Shop. I bought myself a birthday gift of eyeshadow. It'll last for years. I rarely wear it. On the few days I do, the kids stare at me like I'm some new person, and want to yank on my eyelashes, thinking they're fake. Mascara, baby!
I came home, jumped in the shower, and crawled into bed. Had me a good nap, though some bug (not mosquito) bit my arm a bunch of times. I woke up scratching.
Last night, while I was sleeping with my big black pussy, he kept scrambling around. I realized what the problem was when I heard a large insect hitting the screen. I didn't know what it was, or whether it was inside or outside until this morning. It was inside, and it was a dragonfly. Kamikaze had eaten half of it, and lines of ants were congregating to finish off the rest of it. Damned ants. I squished them all, and even got one BIG ant which may have been the queen, or king. Definitely a bigwig. The remaining ants I didn't manage to kill wandered around confused, now that they didn't have to answer to their leader.
So I have four days off, (three now.) I was supposed to get only ONE extra day off (besides Saturday and Sunday) but my school decided Thursday to take this coming Tuesday off as well. One of the elementary schools has a holiday that day, so attendance will be low. The taekwondo academy, and music school all housed on the same floor as our school agreed. Nice. I like days off. However, I resent the lack of planning about this and how it takes away from MY 10 days off (besides national holidays.) The Korean teachers just get a bonus, but I get a strike against my precious holidays that I like to arrange in-a-row so I can DO something. The same thing happened last winter, when Karen informed me December 29th that the school would take a "winter vacation" on January 2nd and 3rd. I had no time to plan anything. It makes for my already fairly yawny life to be even more yawny. It's yawn-i-licious. I didn't get a Chuseok present either. The K-teachers got 40,000won gift certificates for Lotte stores. I got jack. I'm alienated.
I'll spend my extra day off at the dentist. Yeeeee haw!
But wheeee, it's my barfday. Happy Barfday to ME!
*EDIT:* By the way, if you come here and don't leave me a birthday hello, you suck!!
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