Blogging Ennui, Care packages, Life

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In the past three days I’ve started 3 different blog posts and have yet to get past the second line of any of them.

Here was my day:
1. Administer speaking tests. 
2. Discover care package waiting for me at 4:30.
3. Play volleyball. Somehow manage to cut my thumb on my fingernail and bleed all over my shorts.
4. Go to post-volleyball co-worker dinner. Proceed to sit in near silence for an hour and a half. Ponder my to-do lists for the next week.
5. Get home. Give up on to-do lists and eat chocolate instead. Get in bed and poke the internet.
6. Feel guilty about lapse in blogging….voila.

In the past three days I’ve started 3 different blog posts and have yet to get past the second line of any of them.

Here was my day:
1. Administer speaking tests. 
2. Discover care package waiting for me at 4:30.
3. Play volleyball. Somehow manage to cut my thumb on my fingernail and bleed all over my shorts.
4. Go to post-volleyball co-worker dinner. Proceed to sit in near silence for an hour and a half. Ponder my to-do lists for the next week.
5. Get home. Give up on to-do lists and eat chocolate instead. Get in bed and poke the internet.
6. Feel guilty about lapse in blogging….voila.

Number 2 really did make my day. A friend of mine from college had asked for my address awhile ago and I figured she was going to send me a post card or something. Instead I got a totally rad necklace and letter! I can count on one hand the number of packages I’ve gotten in Korea. Usually, it’s something I requested from my parents (like the chocolate from no. 5…). Obviously, this is excluding book deliveries. The women in the office seem to get a kick out of it actually. This is probably due to the fact that I end up squealing and bouncing a bit while diving into the box. Obscure classic Japanese fiction! Urban Fantasy! Reference books! Everything a good little bibliophile needs to keep happy. Anyways….the point is that the random little surprise package made me quite giddy. Without it, I might have actually gone insane over dinner.

Number 3 should really be a spaz update. Luckily I had a box of band-aids in my purse and didn’t have to resort to asking my coworkers for help and feeling like more of an idiot than normal. I kept hoping it was just a little cut and would stop bleeding in a minute but then I got blood spots on my shorts and decided enough was enough and quietly left the practice drill to get a bandage. I doubt they missed my playing though I didn’t manage to hurt anyone but myself today.

Blah blah blah. I must stop being so lazy after work. Perhaps tomorrow…

Why does my family so completely lack the athletic gene?



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