Conclusion to why I’m such a loser and fini to this blog
So it’s been a while. I’ve been meaning to finish this blog but I just haven’t had the time or felt like it. I woke up at 3 this morning feeling like I couldn’t go back to sleep. After tossing and turning for an hour I decided I should get up and be productive.
As some of you know I moved into my new place mid-December. I’ve been busy with enjoying my life and applying to law school. I put this blog aside as I no longer live at mom’s. But people want to know one or two things, why I’m such a loser and whether I’m going to keep this blog going.
Let’s get the loser thing out of the way. Obviously my memory is going to be a little bit hazy on this subject. It’s been a little while since I’ve been to South Korea so the sequence of events may not be accurate.
I will not be living at mom’s
Just got approved by the landlord. I am moving to my own place. Celebration in like a couple of weeks.
I am a total loser - Part Three
People have been asking when I’m going to continue with this post. I lost steam, obviously. I’ve been working overtime nearly everyday I’ve worked since I’ve been back. That’s no excuse to not write blogs though.
Some have also commented on this blog directly how I don’t have the facts right. To those people I say get your own fucking blog and write your own fucking facts.
So on the third day of Seoul we were to meet with Jeong-Il, I guess one of Robin’s students, to this place near North Korea. The three of us were pretty hung-over from the night before. Getting anywhere to meet anybody was a problem. We finally met up with Jeong-Il, lucky for us, we got to take a South Korean bus.
Jeong-Il
South Korean buses are like 100 degrees inside, no one opens windows, and people like to eat sandwiches that have a fragrance that culminates in throw up. Anyways, after we got off that death trap we were in some place called Heyri.
It’s an awesome architecture village where artists and architects live and do cool things.
That metal surrounds the house
Another example of cool houses
Also in this village is this place:
A place for childrens
That way to the shitter
Obviously Heyri is cool.
Then we went to a place to chop wood and eat barbeque:
Easy for me
BBQ place of chopped wood
Then we wasted a lot of time getting to the place where we were doing couch surfing:
Mango the dog was awesome
Then we went to this tower with Jeoung-Il and her husband and then we got to eat some real deal Korean food in a dirty ass place. It was awesome.
The tower
View from the tower
Where we had lifesaving foods
Okay so I PROMISE next post you’ll find out why I’m such a loser. I promise.
So I’ve got a new site
So I’ve got a new site/blog I’m going to be working on. The theme I’m using is super simple because I want to start with basically a really-easy-on-the-eyes-site.
You can check it out here: Click Here
It most likely will be another blog I post on quite a bit initially then let die off. But here’s hoping to not!
I expect to be made fun of, so, have at it!
So I am kinda in love with this girl
Florence of Florence & the Machine
So I could be totally lame for thinking her album pretty much rules. I don’t care. Fuck everyone one of you who would listen to Lungs and then say, “Pouria, you’re the worst.” I mean, you could say that for other reasons and it would be completely valid. But if the crux of your argument for my worstness was because I think this album totally fucking rocks the shit out of anything else I’ve listened to, and that you disagree, then you would be the worst.
You see how that logic just rocked your shit? Yea, that’s how deep I roll with philosophy.
So I may be working too many overtime shifts, and I may be at work right now when it’s almost 9 PM, and maybe I might be going even more insane than usual but this album excites me. For example:
Let me know if she's into me
Here is what’s on tap for this weekend
I am pretty excited for this weekend. It’s been a while since I’ve done anything that is bad for the soul since Ramadan started. A lot of sin wandered through my synapses as I sat at home and did nothing. But now I am doing stuff and it’s going to be a pretty busy weekend.
Relax, yeesh.
What is it with people and superstition?
I am going to warn you, this post makes absolutely no sense. It’s nonsense. I am doing it so I can get back to writing again. My thoughts are not formed, nor planned, though they have a slight theme. Anyways, for the two people that read this, sorry.
9/9/09. Who gives a fuck?
“It only happens once a century.” So fucking what? Does that even mean anything? Just because some numbers show up on a wall during your lifespan suddenly I have to care about it and smile and be socially acceptable?
Ramadan…nearly half over
I’ve been ruminating over what my next blog post was going to be about. I would constantly become passionate about some subject to wax masterbatical about, but very quickly that passion would wither away.
I wanted to give you an update of things that have happened, like me asking out a girl who has a girlfriend. Or about various aspirations I’ve had and the various pursuits involved with said aspirations. Or even the various food cravings I’ve been having.
None of that really wound me up in such a way to get me writing. Now I do have something to share.
Fuckin’ coming of age flicks
All right, so Adventureland is not a coming-of-age movie per say, but it plays it hard like one. I have a soft spot for these movies, especially when they’re well done, not as in temperature but execution.
A well done coming-of-age story inspires a couple of things: wistfulness and regret. I hate those two feelings because they make me feel ordinary. There is nothing more I pretend to despise than the potential of being ordinary.
But these films make me feel fucking ordinary because I want to feel wistful and in love and young and innocent. I catch myself thinking, “Man that looks like fun,” or “Gee I had feelings like that, wish I could have them again.”
Disgusting.
