Alright, I'll tell myself that this will be a quick ditty, but once I get going...

So I have three computers in my life right now, none of them are in any condition to allow someone so close to the edge to use. The only reason I'm writing is for my own sanity, that and the fact that it took me twenty minutes to log on. Around minute 10 I decided I would not fail to write, period.

So let's get to the good stuff. I'm gonna break down my family:

Dad(mun-seong)-
50 year old self proclaimed "business man". Not exactly sure what that means, but downstairs in the restuarant last night I got this strange feeling that my host father has the type of enemies that might come through the door shooting. The bar seems like a front for the "business" and the man mysteriously disappeared all weekend, only to be found by me in the bar.

Mom(Hwe-Jah) -
49 year old house-wife(chu-bu). She told me when I tried to do the dishes that "In Korea, women do work. You sit!" The language barrier is too thick to even try to explain the can of worms she opened. I just did what I do best... nodded and smiled. When I do try and speak with her in Korean, she just stares blankly. I think she is just not listening to me, but I might be in denial of my horrible accent.

Daughters(Suk-hyeon, Suk-geon) -
I can't tell them apart except by the fact that one is always at school in Jeju-si. Both are my translators, but for some reason they don't know the difference between a question and a statement. Also, why do they know the words 'foment' and 'poultice' but not simple verbs like 'ride' and 'help'?

Son(De-geon) -
This kid is so awkwardly shy that I just want to shake him. He's thirteen years old and can't look anybody in the eye. The only things that stops me is reminding myself that I was like him once. Jesus, I must have been so pathetic and sorry.


I got a bike yesterday and also a cell phone. Incoming calls are free to me, but I'm sure they rip you guys a new one. Anyway, if you want to risk the bill, my number is 010 2207 3030. I forget the country code, but you can figure it out faster than my stone tablet here can. The bike is sweet, a bit ofa junker deal, but it'll serve my traveling purposes nicely. Now if I can just figure out where to shower at an all girls high school after riding there in the mornings... the trick is to not get fired for indecency. Oh, and kiwi vine in the parking lot of school. I'm the only one tall enough to enjoy the sweet-sweet...