Coffee and World Domination

Why is it that every time I have too much coffee I become convinced that I can do anything? It has to be a pretty massive dose, but then my brain starts spinning out webs of possibility that I convince myself are feasible in the face of overwhelming personal historical evidence to the contrary. It is at times like these that I come up with ideas like...

- I'm gonna start working out 5 days a week

- I'm gonna write a blog post every week

- I'm gonna get a black-belt in every martial art ever created

- I'm gonna become fluent in Korean and Spanish, and then, just for fun I'll throw in Mandarin!

- I know! I should write a book! A vampire novel! Yea! Fuck, if Stephanie Meyer can get published in that genera anyone can! Oh! and seeing as how vampires are immortal, I should make it a historical fiction so that people can learn at the same time that I am entertaining them with my witty prose and morbid imagery!

What I can't decide is whether it is sad or noble that when the caffeine rush wears off, I don't let go of these delusions. I Clutch to them like life preservers in the sea of my growing apathy. It is due to these ridiculous notions that

- i make it to the gym at least 2 times a week

- you ever get a blog post out of me

- I continue to study different martial arts when time and the budget allow

- I continue to study the language of the whatever country i'm in even if its only once a week for a short time

- I have made it through 4 different audio lecture courses on roman history.

If i can just make the leap from stubborn to dedicated I could be the man i want to be... Oh well... the rush is wearing off now... I'll keep trudging along. There is another blog that is partially finished about our trip to jeju, but its getting long and I thought I'd post this one in the mean time just to get something up.

Forcing the Seoul

Ok... I'm getting really bad about blogging. I usually just wait until i'm inspired to write because i feel like i write better... i usually don't like what i write when i force myself to do it, but thats resulting in not writing which does nothing to improve my writing, so from now on i'm gonna try and force one out on a regular basis... we'll see.

This last weekend (October 1st) Ahnna and I took the KTX up to Seoul for a bendertastic unplanned weekend of sleepdep and boozeling. We bought the tickets a day before hand and made no plans for where to sleep. Friday night was my good buddy Travis West's last night in Korea before he jets off for southeast Asia and then home. We met up with him at around 10pm and had a enjoyable night of so-maek, Galbi and random drunken discussions including Taoism vs budhism and whether Dogma is intrinsic to religion.

We ended up at Travis's apartment (which he was supposed to be moved out of) at around 7am, Travis and I continued to wax philosophical until we passed out on the floor, Ahnna and Travis's good Korean friend (who's name I really should remember) took the two beds in the apt. I woke shortly and joined Ahnna just to have the moving crew show up at 9am... we slept as well as we could while they moved everything out of the place around us... next we awoke it was 10:30 or so and the landlady was gasping to find us there as she showed the apt to a Korean couple. once we stumbled back to our feet Travis spent the rest of the morning giving me shit. (all the stuff he was going to throw away otherwise) and then forcing his favorite meat down our throats. Dweji-bulgogi (spicy pork korean BBQ [couldn't find a link for it]) we weren't really hungry, but it was delicious. We spent the late morning and early afternoon giggling foolishly at such sleepdep induced silliness as the above vulgarities.

After we said goodbye to Travis, Ahnna and I had a few hours to kill so we went to a DVD-bang. The reality is a bit more seedy than that little article implies. I got a short nap out of it.

Saturday night was another good friend's (Nick Wade) birthday party. We went to Itaewon. That is the foreigner city in seoul... I was not impressed. Many of the places we went were nice, but we ended the night on "hooker hill", the red light district of Seoul. In retrospect i suppose it was a cool experience and something I am glad I did before leaving Korea, but at the time I was mostly just disgusted by the foreigners that we observed legitimizing all the negative stereotypes that Koreans hold against us. The Hookers seemed classy by comparison.

We took an 8am bus home and caught our first semblance of sleep on the trip.

Ok... so many of you (not that there are many people reading this based on the lack of comments) are wondering... what happened to the road trip. Well... it happened, it was awesome and i will blog it... i'm gonna try and blog backward which should be interesting because as you read it later it will appear chronologically... if you get what i mean.... anyway... I'm off for now... in the next installment... Jeju.