oy!
All of that effort posting pictures, and nobody comments. Well, poo on you all.
....Syyyyyke!! (sp?!) I'm not as dependent on comments anymore (or so I tell myself I don't need the validation. [sniff]). I remember the days when I used to threaten Stan to give me eprops. And he would ignore me. Pffffft.
ANYWAY. The rest of the fam (including friends) have settled down to watch some korean drama that looks like it was taped with a camcorder. So surprise surprise, I opted out and chose updating the blog over enduring some really bad acting. Even if they're talking in korean, I know bad acting when I see it.
It's funny, my dad's friends think I'm this near-mute girl since I barely say two words when I'm around them. And it's usually when I'm responding to something they said. They're fun people, but my korean is stunted at the fourth grade level so I'd just rather not speak instead of opening my mouth only to sound like I'm slow. On top of that, I'm schlepped out to the max here; no makeup, and I only packed uber comfortable clothing, which incidentally makes me look like a deflated pumpkin. So you add all of that together, and I'm probably giving off a not so pleasant impression. They were talking about some friend's daughter who just graduated from Parson's and who knew all of the latest fashions and all of the designers' names, and then kind of gave me this "unlike youuuu" glance. It's just amusing. I'll humor them with my mountain child charade.
I mean, for chrissakes we're in the middle of nowhere, who am I trying to impress. Although when it gets to the point where I look frumpy when compared to the townsfolk, I'll know to bring the bum couture down a notch. (Because the townsfolk here....[WOMP WOMP])
Anyyywaaay. I'm sitting outside on on the deck looking over the lake, the weather is parfait,the mountains are purple since the sun is slowly setting (it's almost 10 pm here) and I've decided that clean air is the next designer drug. I'm really beginning to notice the difference in air quality, and I must say, me likey. I have half the mind to bottle up some of this air and walk around the city with an oxygen mask on at all times; it's that good.
I've been driving again. And I haven't done anything stupid yet, so...go me.
Also, I have luckily been able to not get any mosquito bites yet. This is, quite frankly, a miracle.
[knock on wood]
Also, I have not so luckily gained an unholy amount of weight from all of the GODDAAMN FOOD. WHAT IS IT WITH FAMILY FRIENDS AND THEIR OBSESSION WITH STUFFING AS MUCH FOOD AS THEY CAN INTO MY SYSTEM?!
...and it's rude to flat out refuse, yes?
And alas, I am the walrus. And I'm not just referencing the beatles' song.
....Syyyyyke!! (sp?!) I'm not as dependent on comments anymore (or so I tell myself I don't need the validation. [sniff]). I remember the days when I used to threaten Stan to give me eprops. And he would ignore me. Pffffft.
ANYWAY. The rest of the fam (including friends) have settled down to watch some korean drama that looks like it was taped with a camcorder. So surprise surprise, I opted out and chose updating the blog over enduring some really bad acting. Even if they're talking in korean, I know bad acting when I see it.
It's funny, my dad's friends think I'm this near-mute girl since I barely say two words when I'm around them. And it's usually when I'm responding to something they said. They're fun people, but my korean is stunted at the fourth grade level so I'd just rather not speak instead of opening my mouth only to sound like I'm slow. On top of that, I'm schlepped out to the max here; no makeup, and I only packed uber comfortable clothing, which incidentally makes me look like a deflated pumpkin. So you add all of that together, and I'm probably giving off a not so pleasant impression. They were talking about some friend's daughter who just graduated from Parson's and who knew all of the latest fashions and all of the designers' names, and then kind of gave me this "unlike youuuu" glance. It's just amusing. I'll humor them with my mountain child charade.
I mean, for chrissakes we're in the middle of nowhere, who am I trying to impress. Although when it gets to the point where I look frumpy when compared to the townsfolk, I'll know to bring the bum couture down a notch. (Because the townsfolk here....[WOMP WOMP])
Anyyywaaay. I'm sitting outside on on the deck looking over the lake, the weather is parfait,the mountains are purple since the sun is slowly setting (it's almost 10 pm here) and I've decided that clean air is the next designer drug. I'm really beginning to notice the difference in air quality, and I must say, me likey. I have half the mind to bottle up some of this air and walk around the city with an oxygen mask on at all times; it's that good.
I've been driving again. And I haven't done anything stupid yet, so...go me.
Also, I have luckily been able to not get any mosquito bites yet. This is, quite frankly, a miracle.
[knock on wood]
Also, I have not so luckily gained an unholy amount of weight from all of the GODDAAMN FOOD. WHAT IS IT WITH FAMILY FRIENDS AND THEIR OBSESSION WITH STUFFING AS MUCH FOOD AS THEY CAN INTO MY SYSTEM?!
...and it's rude to flat out refuse, yes?
And alas, I am the walrus. And I'm not just referencing the beatles' song.
posted by Deb Oh at 1:43 AM
1 Comments:
dude, that's what my whole family thinks. that i'm uber quiet and shy and pensive and observant... perhaps a bit socially impaired. and i don't speak for the same reason, shame for my spanish. interesting how parallel the struggles are. ak sounds so beautiful. must go. and better a deflated pumpkin than a nice round dominican pumpkin. - manajer nac
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