eric needs a nap

one of my less attentive kindergarteners, eric, has been particularly lethargic this week. whenever i've asked him what's wrong, he just says "eric needs a nap." apparently today he passed out on the table during speaking class. i should have listened.

i've had a pretty preposterous week or so. last saturday night i went to dongdaemoon with mike, john, and scott to go shopping, hoping it would be a low-key follow-up to friday night's fiasco. clearly, i have learned nothing since i've been here. after buying a sweet new sweatshirt and a shirt that reads "life in general ruins my nerves," we headed to itaewon for some mexican foods and planned on home. instead, scott managed to escape and john and mike and i ended up in hongdae (lol). it was early, so the bar we went to was almost empty, which was great because i could request all the bad music i wanted and we could play wii sports for free. these two girls, one mexican and one korean, approached us and asked if they could play with us, and we ended up hanging out with them for the rest of the night. at some point we made a transfer to this super swanky and overpriced lounge, and upon our departure from the lounge (on our way back to the original bar), we misplaced john. he was determined to find a pc 방 (i'm pulling a shannon koh) to watch a football game, even though i tried to explain that the game had started at two am, and it was four thirty and probably over already and if it wasn't it would definitely be over by the time he found somewhere to watch it, as we were in the far reaches of hongdae. my arguments fell on deaf ears and we parted ways.

when we got back to the original bar, i was ready to put my moves on the mexican girl (regina), as she had seemed pretty cool. unfortunately, pretty much immediately after we got there, john started calling and asking where we had gone, and i spent the next forty-five minutes running up and down stairs at the bar to go outside and describe where we were (i cannot stress enough how ridiculous the lack of street names and addresses in this country is). when i finally lost contact with him, i went back downstairs to find regina making out with some dude. nice.

mike and i peaced, after a cursory search of the surrounding area. we found out the next day that the reason john stopped responding was not due to losing his phone, but rather because his foot was run over by a cab. nbd.