Put this on your "To Do" list

I studied abroad in Seoul, Korea the past year and one of my favorite things to go to was a "jjimjilbang." If you don't know what that is, it's a Korean version of a sauna and bathhouse, and yes, with full fledged nudity. It's about as close as I could get to being naked in public with strangers without getting arrested. (The baths were gender-seperated though)

In November 2009 I went with a bunch of my lady friends to a small historical city called Gyeongju, on the lower southeast coast.

After a day of hiking and sight-seeing in the cold weather, we were pretty psyched to soak it up at the local jjimjilbang nearby. It was a small bathhouse with a sauna, showers, and a hot and cold pool. It was packed with a lot of the locals, and they didn't hide their surprise when they saw a bunch of foreigners come in. It's already sort of awkward if they stare at you in public with your friends in the subway or at the stores, etc. But think of the awkwardness of them staring at you ...naked.

* Note: If you don't know what a "twinkie" person is, look it up. Hi-larious~

Anywho, we minded our own business just unwound and chilled out for awhile. We were all sitting in the small hot bath, 6 people in it were already a bit much, but we still didn't mind.

Suddenly this old woman came up to join us, I won't get too descriptive, but imagine an 82 year old woman naked...No wait, don't.

We've been to several bathhouses before so we just ignored it and figured she just wants to sit and enjoy the water too, so we scooted over to make room for her. We were pretty wrong though, this wasn't sit and soak time, this was "Awkward-Exercises-In-A-Tiny-Crowded-Tub" time. Slowly and casually a few of us melted out of the pool, leaving my dear friend Jenny behind. I think she had the impression that the woman would be done soon.

I'm not sure what workout program she's been doing, it might be the "Let's jump awkwardly against the bathwall with our parts in everyone's faces" exercise, or "Let's bellyflop right in the middle of the pool and stick our bums in peoples faces" exercise. All that was left in the tub was her and Jenny.

Poor, poor Jenny.

drunk post is drunk

i apologize to anyone in advance.. especially my sober self in the morning for making this post.

so tonight after a crazy hectic day at work at the liquor store, drew says to us remaining people " hey so today was hectic, lets go to keegans (the nearby irish pub that we go to) and ill buy everyone a round of smithwicks" i cant really say no to a free beer, so me, him, and other coworkers russ, spencer, jaclyn, and brittany go across the street for  a beer. it was good.



then the waitress comes back with free shots of some sort of baileys,vodka,rum concotion with crimmas cookies.yay!!! so we'reall like yummmm and we do this



then i realize i didnt have much to eat that day... and before i know it this happend.



i had to drive home and it was snowing a lot out. but its minnesota... that shit kind of happens.



its a loooong drive home for me, normally about 40 mins but i has to drive real nice and slooow because of the snow. but beer goes through me like woah so i cant stop. I CANT STOP.



so i have to distract myself with music. and singing to it



really loudly.



for awhile..



a really long while.



i decide that i cant really make it home so i stop at the gas station,relief!!!!!!!



im so happy afterwards that th rest of the drive home is like this



theres a huge difference, you dont even know.

night night.

p.s. i dont encourage drinking, or drinking and driving. home safe... just dont drive drunk while having to pee really badly. BE SAFE KIDS.





That was uncalled for.

You'll learn soon enough through my stories that I've had a variety of random jobs, I just remember this story pretty distinctly because I think in the end I started to feel more sorry for the other person involved more than anything.


I used to work at a video game store x-number of years ago, and the current manager on duty at the time was Dave. Dave's pretty awesome but maybe not the brightest crayon in the box. (I'm kidding, I'm kidding, he's like a crazy neon crayon color.)



We were working together one night and the store was quite empty. It's a relatively small store with several tall shelves and moveable racks of video games everywhere on the floor. He was doing manager-type duties at the registers while I was putting away games on a low rack in between two shelves.



There was a customer standing next to me looking at games while I was shelving them away, and quietly, but audibly...

Pretty much right on my head.


I wasn't sure if he noticed but I casually stood up and walked away back to the register to tell Dave the news, but in the lowest voice I could because he was still in the store.

But apparently Dave's line of vision didn't see the customer I knew that existed, because the video game racks were so tall... then he came 'round to purchase a game...

He probably went home and cried. I hope you're happy.



Life's too short for shitty beer

Today's post is taken out of something that has happened to be at work on several occassions. I work at a liquor store as a cashier and never had I had a job interacting with customers that openly question me being asian. But wait, what does that have to do with anything?
I don't know.
But it happens.
In many types of situations.

This is one of the situations:

There were plenty of things I would of like to of said at the moment... maybe I'm being too judgemental, but what else was he trying to imply? Apparently to be asian I neeeed to have an asian name.

I think I'll switch my name to "Peking Sakura Jong Il."

Sweeeet.

Intro post with a lamp

Hi I'm Julie...

And this is where I write about myself and explain things, but I'm all out of personal information at the moment... so I'll tell you something that's been bothering me for awhile.

For the past couple of years I've had troubles with a certain lamp in my room at my parents' house.

It kind of looks like an ordinary lamp that you could buy (and I probably did buy) at Wal-Mart, sans a proper lightshade.

It sits right next to my bed on my nightstand table and I always, ALWAYS turn it off before going to bed. I'm one of those people that has to sleep in complete darkness. But the whenever I sleep at my parents' house every so often I wake up in the middle of the night and the light is turned on.

When it first happened I thought I just somehow forgot to turn it off in the middle of the night, but when it started happening more frequently I became concerned. These days I'm so tired when I wake up that I grunt in annoyance, turn it off, then freak out about it in the morning after I wake up.

I don't do anything weird (as far as I know) when I sleep like sleepwalking or anything... I'm pretty upset with it at the moment but what if these were actually the conditions behind its reasoning for turning on at night?

Where's the evidence then, huh?