In other news, I had the strangest dream today. Normally they’re not worth mentioning but this one was at a whole new level of wack. I took a nap after school and my iPod was on shuffle, and apparently I had set it to lock in the middle of a Koreanclass101.com podcast. I seem to recall the dream itself pretty sexual, 德这儿朝那儿的–but all of a sudden I was stringing beans with Mom and Grandpa, with–get this–my left foot in a shoe filled with porridge. And you know those moments where you’re barely conscious enough to register your surroundings? Well, I was barely conscious enough to register the voice of the lesson host through my earphones, which I mistook for my grandpa (coincidentally, it was a lesson on Sino-Korean numbers and months, so everything was vaguely familiar). I think I spent about five minutes in that state: lying there, confused as hell, trying to shake the non-existent porridge off my feet, listening to “Grandpa” listing off the months in Korean. Anyway, that was a little public preview of the things which go on in my head.

Moving on: I just booked my flight back from Newark to San Francisco. My itinerary is as follows: Oslo to Copenhagen to Newark to Philadelphia to San Francisco. It’s insane! And you know what? I think I had my first little panic attack about leaving today: an image of being bored on a Saturday afternoon in Fremont again–truly frightening.
안녕!