Texan Accents...eww

Andrew: "CASSAAAAAANDRA!"

Me: (In the worst possible Texan voice I could come up with) "I hate you Andrew Scott Miller!"

That time has come...

I recently had a conversation with my boss and she asked me if I would like to renew my contract here for another year. I politely declined the one year offer but agreed to extend for four additional months, pushing my state-side arrival to early July. If by that time, I'm still not ready to leave, I can keep extending a few more months until I know for sure my time here is done. But I can't seem to fully lock myself into a 12 month allotment for the time being. And maybe when I'm here all alone, away from my Korean family that I've become so close with (who will all be gone), I'll want to come home sooner than expected.

When it comes down to it, I know for certain I'm not ready to leave Korea just yet. But I did come to the conclusion that another year in Korea may be a few months too long. I guess I'm just proceeding with caution and playing it safe. There's nothing wrong with that -- right?

A silly little Christmas letter

Dear Santa,

I just wanted to write in order to tell you what I wanted for Christmas this winter. I feel that I have been pretty good for the most part. I wasn't mean to many people except for the mean ajuma that owns the shop near my house. Well, I guess what I am trying to say is that I feel like I have been really good this Christmas and all I want for Christmas is Cass. She sure is super swell and I think it would just be a good idea for you to drop her under my tree Christmas morning. I will find really good cookies and give them to you with the finest milk Korea has to offer. I promise I will not contaminate the cookies with Kimchi. Thanks for listening Santa.

Love, Andrew.

P.S. Please don't run over my grandma, and don't kiss my mom this Christmas. It is really putting a strain on the family.

Epic Birthday

I don't even know where to start with this blog about my giant birthday celebration on the Saturday after my 24th. All I can say is that it will be remembered by all who were a part of it.

Well the day started off with me getting my hair dyed yet again, but instead of the dark blonde I was going for, it turned a dark purpley-red. I left the salon quite upset but didn't have time to deal with or stress over it - I had to find my party dress! I went to Zara's to pick up my dress that I found the week before at a store in Seoul. But unfortunately the location closest to my house didn't carry the one I wanted. So, I had to make a quick unexpected trip into Seoul just to pick up my perfect party dress. When I got back to Jeongja, I met Si and Pauly to get a manicure and an early dinner (my first and only meal of the day). Afterwards, we headed back to my house to drink champagne and get ready for the festivities.

We made our way to Dublin's at 9pm for a quick cocktail and then off to Itaewon for another decadent mango martini. After finishing the perfect and very strong martini, the girls and I hopped into a cab and headed to Hongdae to meet up with the rest of the crew. That's where everything fell apart. First we started walking to the bar and somehow the group got split up in different directions. Once we regrouped, we drank and danced the night away. Other epic events that occurred throughout the evening are as follows:

• Songi and Andrew broke up over a lollipop
• Sionna got blackout drunk by midnight, and left her purse in the bathroom
• Sionna twisted her ankle (later we learned from the doctor she actually fractured her foot and is now getting around on crutches)
• My keys were given to a stranger (and not by me)
• I jumped over a bar to greet the bartenders with a warm drunken hug and then I proceeded to work in the bar while making friends with the bar manager at the same time
• I was found passed out by the speakers (Bouncer to Liz: "Umm...do you know that girl? Liz: "Yup! In fact I do!")
• My friends (thank the lord for them) carried me home as I was unconscious (They may have dropped me A LOT - you should see the bruises)
• The next day, I woke up in Andrew's bed freaking out because I had NO idea where I was. Turns out they didn't have my keys so they couldn't put me in my own bed.
• I had to meet Si and Pauly in the pouring rain to get my keys back still fully dressed in my heels and party dress mid-afternoon (I got quite a bit of looks)
• I was throwing up until 10pm that night, super hung-over (I definitely had alcohol poisoning)
• Then the next day (Monday), I had to pick up my purse from Jee containing my credit card, cash, and camera because I didn't know it existed at the time
• I couldn't eat solid food for 3 days because my body was so screwed up

Now, I'm not proud of what happened nor have I ever got that belligerent in public, but all I can say is that it was eventful. And thank god I have the friends that I do.

Note to self: don't ever take a month off of drinking and then instantly party like a rock star. It equals misery for many, many, many days.