everyone, do me a favor and go to youtube. type in 'kanye west' and scroll down to the video titled, 'bush doesn't care about black people.' wait until 1:33 and then prepare to die laughing. watch mike myers' face. priceless. not a funny topic, but this tape is great. this is me watching kanye.
i still feel like rubbish. bloody fucking rubbish. i was feeling okie this morning and actually felt like i had a lot of energy. i wanted to explore. i had a list. i needed to get things checked off that list.
i made some phone calls. people, i love you, but please download skype or get a calling card. call my cell. as much as i love my computer and my apartment, i would prefer to be talking to you whilst on my cell phone whilst strolling around seoul. please and thank you. :)
the first thing i wanted to check off my list was 'dry cleaning.' there is a dry cleaning place across the street, so i took three shirts and a pair of pants in. the woman spoke no english. she was on her cell pretty much the entire time (maybe she has friends that have skype...). i didn't have a clue what she was saying, but she pointed at her calendar to monday's date. i received no ticket to pick my things up. perhaps the token foreign chick doesn't need a ticket because she will be remembered as 'the one who brought in clothes that are too big and long for any female in korea.'
let's hope. four of my favorite pieces of work clothing are being held hostage.
i then made my way towards the american apparel i have been mentioning repeatedly since i spotted it last weekend. it appeared to be a big store, so i was ready to shop. i wanted comfy clothes. i always neglect to bring comfy sweats when i move overseas, always opting for my so-called more important items (i.e. shoes). i was appalled when i walked inside the store. and happily surprised. besides three employees and myself, the place was completely empty. i say that i was appalled because this never is the case at an am app in america. they are packed full of jappy bitches and annoying wannabe hipster guys. and i say that i was happily surprised because i was able to shop in peace, sans the jappy bitches and hipster guys. just me, a bunch of good old american-made products, and the roots and common filling the place with sound and soul. they played some korean hip-hop. it was rubbish.
i bought a zip-up hoodie and left.
did you know that they sell aprons at american apparel? i didn't either.
(aforementioned hoodie is in 'george bush doesn't care about black people' photo above...it is heaven)
i was feeling somewhat alive, so i opted to walk towards my school and see what new sights i could see. i saw a whole slew of annoying children standing in my way. i thought about punching a child. but they are korean, so i practiced some restrain. no foreign children will be hurt in my presence. i save the violence for the little american bastards.
(relax, im a jokster.)
i got on the subway at jongno samga and made my way back to lotte mart. entering lotte mart on saturday afternoon is like trying to make your way through a mob of pre-pubescent teenage boys (or grown men, for that matter) at a pamela anderson signing. it is just something that should never be done, and if done, done with extreme caution. i needed to go to lotte mart to search for a coat rack. andy gave his away and as i have too many clothes hanging in my closet, room is needed to hang my coats. no such luck to be had at lotte mart. i bought two cartons of orange juice and came home. lotte mart: 500. kendra: 0.
on the subway ride home, i believe that i saw what is possibly the ugliest couple on the earth. (i am sick and therefore allowed to be somewhat bitchy.) but at least they were both quite homely, for they found each other. im not sure it is love, though, because real love would come if one of them was attractive and actually did love the homely one. the girl had this long scraggly dyed hair. she attempted to be fashionable by putting a big ribbon bow barrette into this strange snarl of hair. clearly it did not help. she hit every branch when she fell out of the ugly tree. severely unfortunate looking.
im hungry. i wish i could speak korean so i could order korean food and have it delivered. i wonder if they have an online order form for some restaurant. i wonder if insomnia cookies would deliver to hansungdae...or ians...or potbelly...mmmmm.
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