Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Today I fly, on Emirates no less, to South Korea, in a much anticipated departure from the semi-great country of Czech Republic. I leave today at 16:00 and arrive tomorrow at 16:00. While I have no ill will to give to this country I get closer and closer each second to extreme elation at the thought of settling down in my 'studio flat' somewhere in the bowels of smelly, dirty, ugly, and polluted Seoul, Korea. Without sounding mellow dramatic this might be the second happiest day of my life. Not to be outdone by the first happiest day of my life, of course, which was the day Abbey Saxby, my 5th grade sweetheart, decided to be an item with me...I think I figuratively peed my pants. We hugged the last day of 5th grade and it was bloody beautiful; you would of cried. (the other great days obviously rank 3rd through 100th).
So in the wake of hours of Bible reading, hanging out with Frenchmen and Germans into all hours of the night, arguing why freedom is better than socialism, tens of trips to the grocery, and plenty of hot showers (my favorite pastime) on my knees (my least favorite pastime), I depart to the Prague airport, where a beautiful young hostess waits eagerly to serve me wine and pillows, while I watch hours of crappy Hollywood movies, to eventually gaze down onto my future home: Reading Town, Seoul, South Korea.
Things to think about:
-What hasn't been invented yet?
Things to read:
Bush spent...Obama spends more. Let the spending stop.
Things to do: