It's Hot and Humid and I'm Pissed Off
Taiwan Fact: They burn fake paper money every month to send to their deceased ancestors. This leads me to believe there is terrible inflation in the afterlife because most Taiwanese families don't have a member die every month and I don't believe there is any system of sinks or outlets up there to remove ghost money from the economy.
Summer class is way easy. I have nine students and they are the best behaved in the school (thank you, T. Chad) except one who is a bit of a shit (thank you, T. Fox). The only foreign teacher there right now is T. Sarah and I think things are working quite nicely. Because there are only two classes, unlike last year, we each teach all of the special afternoon classes. In other words, I only have to teach cooking class once a week instead of four times a week which makes it actually fun.
Kiah and Liz are in eastern Europe for two and four weeks, respectively, so Jordan, the cat and I have the place to ourselves. I've hardly been home. My hands and arms are scratched up and down. I made it out Friday night for Alyson's birthday party. She greeted us and then moved on to greet other friends. It was a fun time, but before she could make it back to talk to us, she was too drunk to do so and went home. Jordan and I went home pretty early too.
I saw Ice Age 3 today and enjoyed it pretty well. Jordan and I went together and were being pretty irritatingly affectionate on the way there and barely acknowledged each other's presences on the way back. Excluding the movie itself, it was a pretty disappointing day, particularly because it was a Sunday and started off pretty promisingly. I've also been trying to return some earrings my mother bought while she was here. Nothing more frustrating readily pops to mind. They don't speak English, I can only say things like "I don't want" or "He has diarrhea" in Chinese, and after an hour, in total, they told me they will try and give me the proper color for 600NT, no exchanges. If you can give me the proper color, why were they the wrong color to begin with? Perhaps it's better to stick with smoking pot and watching TV from 10 years ago all day every day. For another couple weeks anyway, then I'm gonna get the hell off of this island and out of this funk.
Which reminds me that my friend Xenia is going to be in Chicago at the same time I'm in Iowa at the same time Lollapalooza is also in Chicago and wants me to go with her. But the second two days overlap with my recently rescheduled family reunion.
Also, Jordan bought a scooter. I'm hoping she'll give me a lesson when she actually receives it or starts talking to me again, whichever happens second.
Summer class is way easy. I have nine students and they are the best behaved in the school (thank you, T. Chad) except one who is a bit of a shit (thank you, T. Fox). The only foreign teacher there right now is T. Sarah and I think things are working quite nicely. Because there are only two classes, unlike last year, we each teach all of the special afternoon classes. In other words, I only have to teach cooking class once a week instead of four times a week which makes it actually fun.
Kiah and Liz are in eastern Europe for two and four weeks, respectively, so Jordan, the cat and I have the place to ourselves. I've hardly been home. My hands and arms are scratched up and down. I made it out Friday night for Alyson's birthday party. She greeted us and then moved on to greet other friends. It was a fun time, but before she could make it back to talk to us, she was too drunk to do so and went home. Jordan and I went home pretty early too.
I saw Ice Age 3 today and enjoyed it pretty well. Jordan and I went together and were being pretty irritatingly affectionate on the way there and barely acknowledged each other's presences on the way back. Excluding the movie itself, it was a pretty disappointing day, particularly because it was a Sunday and started off pretty promisingly. I've also been trying to return some earrings my mother bought while she was here. Nothing more frustrating readily pops to mind. They don't speak English, I can only say things like "I don't want" or "He has diarrhea" in Chinese, and after an hour, in total, they told me they will try and give me the proper color for 600NT, no exchanges. If you can give me the proper color, why were they the wrong color to begin with? Perhaps it's better to stick with smoking pot and watching TV from 10 years ago all day every day. For another couple weeks anyway, then I'm gonna get the hell off of this island and out of this funk.
Which reminds me that my friend Xenia is going to be in Chicago at the same time I'm in Iowa at the same time Lollapalooza is also in Chicago and wants me to go with her. But the second two days overlap with my recently rescheduled family reunion.
Also, Jordan bought a scooter. I'm hoping she'll give me a lesson when she actually receives it or starts talking to me again, whichever happens second.