i stayed up until maybe six a.m. last night, reading a stephen king book. because i could and had nothing to get up for the next day (i'm really more of a "night" person than a "day" person). i'm not a huge stephen king fan, mostly because i don't have that kind of patience and his books tend to bore me after about a hundred pages. but i like this one. it's a bunch of short stories and they tend to be just the right length to keep me from getting frustrated and moving on to something else. but anyway, i was up really late reading this book, so i was a little upset/confused when my cell phone started ringing at 10. i sleep with my phone on my bed next to my pillow (in case i get important calls/text messages in the middle of the night) so i woke up right away. i thought it was the alarm going off at first. i kept hitting the button on the side that will turn the alarm off, but it wasn't working, and i was thinking, "why won't this damn thing turn off--wait, why did i set my alarm?" so i actually looked at my phone and anton was calling me! so i answered and he was all, 'whatcha doin'?" and i was like, "um, sleeping." he was heading into town and wanted to get together for another scrabble session. i was like, "hells yeah." then he said i should take up crocheting? i don't remember what that was about, but i remember discussing it. he wasn't coming until the afternoon, so he told me i should definitely NOT have a cup of coffee and should just go right back to sleep. but, i couldn't. too awake.

BASICALLY, i am tired. i got only a little sleep and now i am tired.

and anton beat me at scrabble. I WAS DEVASTATED. it was a very close game, and i got stuck with the 'j' at the end, so that pushed him ahead. he was all, "that's like me winning because you scratched on the 8 ball, so it doesn't really count." but, it counts to me. if i keep going around losing at scrabble, i'm not going to be able to call myself a scrabble CHAMPION anymore. and i like to call myself that.

i would have demanded a rematch, but i had to go to work, to teach that english.

tomorrow i'm having lunch with my friend i met on the bus that one time. awesome.

also, tomorrow evening i'm going to seoul to see angie again. i'm not sure how long i will stay. possibly until next monday. this weekend is the lunar new year, which is a pretty big deal in korea, and angie wants me to be at her house for it. so i might just stay all week.

next tuesday, i have to move out of this dorm and back into the old one. dag! i like this place. it's got an elevator! also, no roommates. it's almost time to start the new semester and be completely bogged down in crap to do. and i was so enjoying my vacation.

on sunday, one of my friends introduced me to this korean family in town. (he thinks it will be a good experience for me to spend time with a "REAL" korean family. i tried to tell him i will have pretty much no time once the semester starts and i already have spent time with korean families, but he has the very annoying habit of never listening to me.) they're a super nice family, though. they speak only the most basic of english and i speak only the most basic of korean and trying to communicate basically gave me a headache. but, they invited me to their house and made me dinner and i played with their 7-year-old son and they even gave me liquor. not a terrible deal. when i was leaving, the dude gave me three bottles of this pretty strong chinese alcohol as a lunar new year's gift, and i was like, "thanks, dude!"

my boss gave me a new pair of shoes today, as a lunar new year's gift. i feel kinda like a dick for not getting gifts for people. way to go, dick.