so i totally fucked up my ankle last night. and not in any way that would make for an awesome story. i was just daydreaming and didn't realize the sidewalk was ending and stepped on the edge funny and down i went, horribly twisting my ankle on the way. and bruising a knee (i've noticed i've got bruises everywhere, and i don't know where half of them came from). but i got up like a trooper and kept walking (my roommates were taking me to a karaoke bar. i totally sang a rasmus song.). but today, it's swollen to about twice its normal size, and i can't walk so well. it pretty much sucks.

that makes it 3 times that i've fallen since i've gotten to korea, and none of them were good stories. the first time, i was walking up a mountainside and slipped on a rock, the second i was going down brick stairs and missed the last step, and this last time i just fell off the edge of a sidewalk. i'm such a tard.

oh, but i found out the name of the boy i like. scofield. is that not the awesomest name? i don't know what his actual korean name is, but "scofield" works. i got his phone number, too. we texted a couple times the other day, but then i wrote him the next day and he never responded, so i got all sad. he probably hates me.

i think i'm gonna go hobble over to the bank and see if my money came in yet.