Get your cray on

I’ve talked about my affection for k-pop before, and I just wish I could be a part of this crazy mess of a video. But if I was a part of it, I would not tell anyone because I don’t want people to think I am crazy. Because I am NOT crazy. So just watch it already.

Defying the space-time continuum

(Or something like that.)

Next weekend I will by flying home to my beloved cold, soggy, state of Oregon. On the way there, Brady and I will be stopping in Tokyo for 11 hours. Pretty excited about that.

What I am also excited about is the fact that on Dec 9, I will be in Tokyo for 11 hours, in Seattle for an hour and a half, and I will still get to Portland before noon. Talk about a busy Sunday.

Reminds me of the time I spent my 21st birthday on two continents and in 3 countries.

On a less exciting note, I know that I will feel like hell when I arrive in Portland. A small price to pay in order to have a burrito. And see my family and friends. And be home for Christmas.

Procrastination

It has taken me 2 days to grade 51 final exams. Now I have 51 more final exams to grade.

I deserve a small break to see what Google suggests I search for.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But still my favorite Google recommendation:

 

Apparently Google would rather have me search for my own countrymen.

Boredom blogging

Right now I am waiting for my students as they take their final exam. Then I will be swamped with grading the suckers for the next week. But right now is the calm before the storm, and I am at a loss of what to do.

I have already been in a heated debate with an uninformed (it’s my blog, I call him like I see him) friend (Brady Mordhorst) about The Voice. I have then researched The Voice television ratings, attempted to Facebook stalk myself (but failed because of slow internet), and purchased a new album.

Now I am just waiting at my desk for something to happen….     *nothing happens

Welp I hung 2 ornaments from my desk today!

I’m super festive

Vroom Vroom

Driving in Jakarta is an interesting experience. Most of the time it seems like there are no rules, apart from someone needs to be driving the car. Streets are filled with big vans, sedans, and trucks weaving in and out of lanes, driving at all different speeds. Darting around these vehicles are motorcycles which are constantly narrowly avoiding death.

You see a 12 year old driving a motorcycle at least once a week.

Families of 4 easily fit onto one motorcycle.

Each school day all of the expat teachers in our building ride to and from school together in a big van. Our most recent driver is an interesting guy. He always wants to talk to the person in the front seat, but he doesn’t speak English. So he makes no sound from his mouth, other than an occasional quiet mumble. Instead, he tries to talk with his hands (which is difficult because coincidentally he needs those to drive). Usually I have no idea what he is trying to communicate, so I just nod and say “ya.”

Another thing about him is he likes to honk. I swear he wakes up every morning and says (with his hands?) “Yay, today I get to honk!” The thing about this big van, though, is that somehow the horn is louder on the inside of the van than it is on the outside. So every morning at 6:10 on our way to school when he lays on his horn over and over again, he is essentially honking at us.

It is a situation in which one is not excited about being in a state of being able to hear the things which are happening around oneself a.k.a. it’s not fun.

On a completely unrelated note, a full grown woman in my teacher room just giggled like a baby and I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.

Right now I’m thankful for

the oatmeal that will satisfy the hunger pangs caused by watching my family dig in to their delicious turkey and broccoli salad mashed potatoes, etc.

I am also thankful that I will be able to see them again in 16 days, and hopefully taste similarly delicious food on Christmas day.

And despite the fact that I am still bitter about my parents’ decision to get a golden retriever puppy the moment I leave the country, I am thankful that he is there waiting and I am looking forward to nearly crushing his windpipe from hugging him to hard.

Today I am also thankful for the clear air in Jakarta this morning. As I told my family, you know it’s a nice day in Jakarta when you can’t look at the sun.