ammogirl

Oh my god.  I have just spent like, twelve hours studying Korean.  I am beginning to realize that I am slightly obsessed with learning how to speak Korean, and I don’t even know why I want to conquer it so badly.  I mean, I’m not going to STAY here.  I don’t find myself downtown very often, in need of Korean - English translation skills.  I don’t even get the chance to practice on the Korean workers here on base - they all speak English, and, as previously mentioned, laugh at my rudimentary grasp of their language when I practice on them.  And, most importantly, in less than six months, I’m going to be living on a completely different continent, in a completely different country, which speaks a completely different language.  So why, then, do I have dreams in which I am trying to speak to Jack Johnson in Korean?  Jack Johnson is not Korean, and, I am not Korean, and I certainly have no business trying to dream — IN KOREAN!  Stop it, subconcious!  Before I…think mean thoughts in my head…or…hmm.  Well, anyway, stop it! 

However, the fun thing about Korean is that Matt and I like to pretend to talk about people and freak them out, when what we are really saying is complete gibberish.  The other day, we had the following conversation about my boss, while he was sitting right there, except it was all in Korean:

     Matt: University (while pointing at My Boss)
     Me:    WATER!
     Matt:  Is that a desk?
     Me:    1 2 3 4 5!!!!
     Matt:  yessssss!

And then we laughed and laughed, while my boss sat there going, what! What! Did you guys just..Hey! Mark!  Did they just say something bad about me?  Also, it adds so much variety to my Ninja Kah-rah-tay Master skillz - I have so many new words to use.  For example, shouting my name in Korean lends itself quite well to rapid fire stomach jabs.  I can’t WAIT to practice on John!

Last night, oh my god.  I was sleeping, quite soundly, thank you, with my window wide open, because the evening was pleasant, when KABLAMMO VROOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!! I LEAPED out of bed and immediately thought "dark" and "darkinnere" and "wha goinon?!" But because of the thunderous noise, which was aptly described by my friend as "…what sounded like a transformer blasting into orbit" (which makes me laugh entirely more than it should, really) I could not gather my wits about me and stumbled into the bathroom, still trying to process the complete and utter darkness, and flip, flip, flip flipflipflip as I stood there sleepily trying to turn on the bathroom light but still so half asleep I could only think "damn noise shut UP I am trying to turn the light on" until the THWACK of the plunger handle hitting the ground as I knocked it over suddenly cleared my head and I realized A) the power was out and B) the generator had come on.  The generator that is RIGHT UNDER MY WINDOW and happens to be the biggest, loudest generator EVER, in the entire UNIVERSE.  That was pret-ty scary, people.  And, DARK.  Did I ever mention I am totally scared of the dark?  No?  Well, I am.  Fortunately I don’t think I ever woke up enough to become fully aware of the the complete lack of light in my room.  This is good because I have lots of underbed space (scary) and not one but TWO floor to ceiling closets (even scarier).

And now, it is time to shine my boots, in preparation for the BIG INSPECTION that finally, finalllllllyyyyyy starts tomorrow.  Wish me luck, this will either end up favorably for me and my uber coworkers, or really crappy, and I don’t think I need to point out which outcome I am hoping for (favorably)(just in case you are tired).

CIAO!