These past couple of days have not yielded me much sleep. How oh-so-very-lame. You'd think that after the past couple of weeks trawling around to various teacher's houses for homestay, I would be happy to finally get a house to ourselves in the Korean forest, secluded, and about 15 minutes walk away from the school. I was. Until I discovered that the house was monstrously huge and the ondol (Korean system of floor heating) had a life of it's own.
I discovered that I am a true city-dweller. I can stand neither complete and utter silence nor the total blackness that night and it's faint, glistening friends bring when I am trying to sleep. I need sounds of people talking outside my bedroom window, I need a radio blaring it's discontented tunes from up the street, and I need the soft sound that tyres make on the hard, dry road. I need the light of street lamps, the intermittent brightness of headlights, and the slow blinking of a neighbour's various rooms being lit and darkened as they move heavily through their house. Without all this I start at every sound, and freak when my eyes play tricks with light that I know doesn't actually exist. My superstitious nature didn't exactly help for the past three nights, either. And now, I think that the house enacted revenge on my blatant hatred of it's secluded being. Last night was the final night of our stay there, and through the restlessness that the light falling of snow brings to a creakity lumbering house, the floor system's heat fluctuated to a high of unbearable fire. And it was to be, that my arse would bear the brunt of the floor's evil intensity.
I HAVE A GIANT BURN ON MY LEFT BUTT CHEEK.
I am not even joking.
I am in pain. Even the number of curses I uttered and screamed towards the downwardsness of the ground haven't helped to relieve my hawt ass burn.
That is all.
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i know what you mean about the night discomfort, well except for fluctuating ondols. my ears buzz constantly, always have for some reason, so when its absolutely silent i can't get to sleep. also, i too share an irrational superstitiousness. when its that dark and theres a play of light you start to think to yourself, 'how sure am i vampires don't exist?' 'what else but a werewolf could make that sound?' 'i swear that bodyless shape just went through that wall where the fuck is the closest exit/blanket?'
So...No buttsex lol?
jay jay: i'm glad i have a friend with equally irrational thoughts. it's nice to know. :) also also: it appears that the burn is the number 1. what the hey!??? what could it mean?! creepy...
rish: no. just...no. sigh. why would it affect me anyway? i'm the big spoon, so... ;p
lol. hawt-ass burn/hawt ass-burn.
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