i am going to the DMZ in south korea. no, mom those are not your initials. well yes they are, but i am not going to see you. demiitarized zone. kinda crazy, huh? cross your fingers i don't get shot. just kidding mom.

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what i am doing...

seoul is still butt ass cold. i read a lot here. i can finally drink the milk. i love milk. i have taken a slight liking to cream cheese. there is an all garlic restaurant which i try to go to every week. i got to pop popcorn the other night. my hair is still a wreck. and i have started a social calender, because if i don't write down what i am supposed to be doing with who, i will most certainly forget. my next read is hopefully going to be the satanic verses. we'll see... and supposedly the twins are boy and a girl. they are getting matching outfits from aunt paige dangit! i am traveling on the 11th for work. i am sharing my birthday with a lovely lady who turns 23 two days after i turn 33. i sleep with the heat on and the window cracked. and i have to run now...

i am a blog slacker...

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it's danged cold here

so the winds in little ol' seoul are coming out of siberia. yes, i said siberia. that really cold place. i walk outside, and can't feel my fingers. that is cold people. and most of the theatres here are like the ones in china. no heat until we walk in for work. i would think it would be cheaper to leave the heat on very low throughout the day to keep the edge off the cold. i guess that is a silly american idea. my heat is on in my room. and i hate heat. but i have to have it on or i would freeze my tushy off. so far seoul is fun. i haven't done a whole lot. it's too cold to go exploring outside. i can get quite a few places underground though. shopping underground may be my new favorite past time. i can go to a grocery store without ever going outside. that is neat. and at the grocery store i can opt for no bag, and just carry my stuff out. i think it is part of the korean conservation effort. well in my head that is why, it may just be that the koreans are stingy with their bags. i guess i should ask.

the show is going well. the audiences seem to like it. that's all i need to say about work.

and i need to get my hair cut. i have gone on for too long. but i am so afraid it's going to get messed up. i have layers people. and the only person i really want cutting my hair is about 11,000 miles away. that's my biggest drama right now. i guess that's good if that is all i have an issue with, my stupid hair. but it is fabulous hair. tee-hee-hee

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i am a bad blogger

i read back over some earlier blogs, and though i am funny, i write the same stuff. maybe if i could retain any type of memories for longer than a day, this wouldn't happen. i haven't written on much of the culture here, so i think i will fill you in, my faithful readers. like the 4 of you who read this...
anyway,

in korea it is a custom to give a little bow, when meeting someone of saying hello. and there are different ways to say hello according to who is older. i am not aloud to say "hi" to an elder. it is a more formal greeting, but that person can say hi to me because i am younger. and so far the only thing i know how to say in korean is thank you. which i say wrong and they all laugh. i could even do stand up over here folks.

most of the toliets are heated. yup, heated. with a bidet like contraption attached. i won't use that part of the toliet. it's weird. if i want to wash that area i will take a shower. enough for that subject.

people make eye contact, and smile and are so nice. korea is very western. they love americans. i have found the GAP. of course they don't carry any jeans above a size 8. which i don't fit in to. one size bigger and i would be golden, but no all the women over here are tiny. and beautiful. korean people are so lovely to look at. the babies are super cute. the women are stunning, and the men, well they are men, not tiny chinese peanuts.

i like korea a lot. i just want it to be a little cheaper. like china cheap. nothing is like china cheap.

i have to run, but i will try to do better...

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seoul

it's snowing in seoul, which translates to slush.
i am hung over. thank you soooooo much michelle.
and the twins, might be girls, maybe boys, maybe one of each. are they too squirmy to find out the sex. damn doctor. tell him to work on it. yes, z's i am yelling from korea. and tell seth next time he says hello to the babies, to say hello for me.

air-kisses to all

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seoul

so i have no idea what i was thinking when i said i was going to write everyday. sometimes my days are just not that interesting.
it's cold here. a good winter cold. people are nicer. the food choices are fantastic. and i get paid to be here. now if i could control my shopping, and find a damn pair of jeans that fit, i would be in good shape.
oh, and i am hoping my apartment with the loads of water damage miraculously dries out, gets re-done, and my stuff puts itself back in place. this is my hope. plane tickets are too much to go home...

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my apartment

mom e-mailed me.
it's not a positive thing.
i think it would almost be better to pack it all into storage.
but i love that little place, because it's all mine.
damn water pipe.
damn 40 year old apartment.
damn, damn, damn!

the bright side of all of this is, new appliances, new flooring, and a new back door.
and twins.
i will have nieces or nephews squared. oooooo, or one of each. interesting.

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