MY SOUL IS BACK IN SEOUL

Guys. I am so. Hung. Over. When I woke up I wanted to kill myself and take everything with me. I mean everything. No exceptions. I wanted both animate and inanimate objects to die. Everything in sight needed to be incinerated from the HEAT OF A THOUSAND DYING SUNS. My head STILL hurts. I checked out of the hotel fine, though there seemed to be some confusion over who was paying for the rooms but we sorted it all out. I waited for about half an hour for the bus to take my shit and me all the way to the middle of bumbleballs nowhere. Cuz THAT’S WHERE THEY DECIDED TO PUT THE TRAIN STATION. Got to the station, met my parents there, (they took a taxi from the Lotte Hotel), and decided I needed to nosh IMMEDIATELY OR I WAS GOING TO GO POSTAL. So I got a sandwich and apple juice.

Like a big boy does.

The sandwich was ham... cheese.... AND CRAB SALAD

But it was sustenance. Sweet, crab salad-y, sustenance...

I got a cool video of a passing bullet train though..

That was before Jan tried to push me in front of one

We spent about three hours on the train going to Seoul. Once we got to the city, we made our way to the Ramada Hotel and Suites. Once everything was settled we were off to a nearby market for some shopping!

I forgot what the market was called. I'm too hung over to even remember what my name is. Microwave? Sounds  about right. 

Then we got some healthy(?) fried chicken

I don't know how to even BEGIN making fun of that....

And then I saw a crazy building. IT WAS SO CRAZY. LOOK AT ITS CRAZY.

Ah! Crazy!

So now I’m back at the hotel. I feel a little better. But I would feel a LOT better if I went around brutally slapping people across the face. But I suppose one can only dream… so it’s eleven o’clock, and I think I’m gonna just head to sleejjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj