It was the best of times, it was the worst of times

Nov 01, 2005 09:11

My computer was stolen on what should have been the most exciting day to hit Korea. But no, I spent the whole day either in tears or running around looking. The office worker here is a doll and she sat with me through all the video footage taken by the security cameras. We narrowed down the time between 330a and 630a. So we watched it...there were maybe 4 girls who could have done it. BUT we saw this one girl run out and have something white in her hand. She's not from my dorm, but the one adjacent to it. We figured a girl from our dorm would not do it for fear of being caught. But we know what she looks like and where she lives (all of this being vague because she is your typical straight black-haired Korean with glasses). Everyone here wants to tar and feather her. I just want to knock the shit out of her. I am still so worried since a day has gone by that she has sold it or wiped it clean. I could never get over that. All my picutes from Mexico, Japan, Korea, life are on there. All my work, my music. So I guess there is a ray of hope in that story.

Laura, Kayo and I were the three butterflies for halloween in part of an ecosystem jungle. We came complete with a lizzard (Shola literally wrapped himself in green duct tape (and didn't shave his legs), a tree, a tree hugger, and Tarzan and Jane. We didn't win best group because TWO Koreans dressed up (which is unheard of because they don't understand and are weired out by us). Shola did win best costume...and he should have because he looked amazing. IF I HAD MY COMPUTER I could show you the pictures right away. God this sucks. There was also a hobo (who was amazing because he slept (in the afternoon) outside on the sidewalk and earned enough money to by a beer).

So a friend of mine was drunk...and well I wanted to be the good friend and watch out for him. So at the first part of the party...we were all teaching the Koreans beer pong and flip cup. Well this friend got wasted off the beer pong. And he was wearing a toga and only white boxers on. As the night progressed, he lost his toga many times and I had giant wings to cover him. He caught up with me and thanked me, a million times, for saving his life with my wings. So I walked him to the club and kept an eye on him. Only problem is that I busted my foot so bad. The guy who was a hobo tripped me yelling, "I have no sympathy for butterflies!" I had to take care of him, while nurse myself. I decided to dance a lot...but it was a bad idea. Today when I woke up...I fell over. But anyway, it was halloween and everyone was in great costumes and dancing. I'll put pictures up...when I can get a hold of laura.

Oww my foot.
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