Anything you can do, I can do better......

Hey Ryo!(http://triviallyastute.vox.com)
I want to play! Here, let me try....

I guess I'll start with James too...













3 wet mofos
3 wet dogs




Except no giant ominous finger, I guess...





Ok now this one's kind of a stretch...




god this game is a lot harder than I thought.... perhaps I'll try to do a better job after midterms... shnarglebarg.......


And now, just because it's funny....
I present to you.... a dog in a wig.

So the past few days have been pretty eventful..
April 3rd was Peter's 20th birthday so of course we had to celebrate it in a big way... twas funny because the original plan was just to have a chill dinner at my place with our close circle of friends.. but on the day of Peter's birthday, Anna told me that her church group actually made reservations at the mushroom place.. so then we both had to think of a way to come up with a new plan that would A) ensure that everyone could be involved and present at Peter's birthday celebration and B) that Peter wouldn't be mad at me for "cancelling" or sad.. haha. We decided that I should just invite everyone that was supposed to come over for dinner to the mushroom restaurant, meanwhile trying to make sure everything was very hush hush. So I was awaiting Peter's call after his fellowship so that I could tell him to meet me around the area.. and lead him into the restaurant.. but he ended up already being with some church friends who took him upstairs where he received his huge SURPRISE! The look on his face was truly truly truly heartwarming.. he actually genuinely looked really surprised.. ahhhh Peepers.. so many people love you =) After dinner, we had a snack... of LIVE OCTOPUS(sangnakjee)... oh dear. It's NOT like Old Boy, however.. we didn't stuff an entire octopus into our mouths. Instead, their tentacles are chopped into smaller pieces... and then they are individually wriggling... so weird yet soooo cool. You drop them into the sauce, where they pretty much move around so much that they cover themselves in sauce for you.. then you eat the creepy crawly motherfuckers. Jake recommended letting them play in your mouth for a bit before you chew... and it was definitely a weird sensation. I was relieved when they didn't cling to the side of my mouth... although I didn't let them hang out too long before I started chewing vigorously. We rounded the night out by heading to Sum.. where Cooper, Jake, and my brother had suddenly become very well acquainted with the owner of the place.. who actually ended up making us even MORE food.. providing about 3 huge plates of food. Awesome! Anyway, my camera's LCD screen broke for some reason.. so my pictures are now all blurry and shitty. Boo.

TRIPLE LOVE SHOT! That smile on Peter's face was pretty much the same expression he wore all night.. aww cute=)

Jake being a fucking badass, as usual. Cooper's in the background

Pat feeling inadequate next to Jake's masterful chopstick drumming skills


The next day was the date of Seyong & Inga's return from Japan.. and also Inga's last day before she returned to Germany. The night started at Ho Bar III (of course) where everyone got their fill of fairly cheap booze. We later headed over to Watts On Tap(which is apparently some foreigners bar...weird) back in Sinchon where we had heard about some electro dance party... we arrive around 230 am and this party is looking TORE UP... just fucking brutal... brutally bad, that is. On the flyer, it stated that whacky and colorful outfits were celebrated... and people took it seriously. There were about maybe.. 10 people still left? And the remaining people were sloshing around and not even really dancing. All of a sudden a bunch of waegooks decided it was a good idea to get into a fight... ugh, seems like whenever there are foreign guys + booze, there are inevitably fights. Some glasses were dropped and broken but it ultimately resulted in nothing.. this place is looking way pathetic and lame at this point.. Pat & I are just aching to leave... but Inga convinces us to stay.. and of course we felt obligated because it was her last night in Seoul. So we decide to hang out a bit longer and it was the best decision we ever made.. all thanks to Inga! At this point, Minna and Pete had found their way over.. hooray! So all in all, there was me, my brother, Pat, Minna, Pete, and Inga there.. and it ended up being all we needed... although of course, Jake's, Peter's, and Cooper's presences are always appreciated.. however, Peter went home.. and Jake & Cooper were on a weekend excursion to Gyeongju. The music was initially lame... Madonna and whatever the hell else bullshit.. then Daft Punk's Alive album came on.. and of course Pat is totally jazzed.. at that point, his bodily functions were completely involuntary... he just gets up and starts dancing. He is a total slave to the music... Mister Slave, to be exact. Just kidding... but yes. We all just decides to let loose and dance totally silly as fuck... and it's nice to just not give a shit and just have a fucking good time. The only strange thing is that everyone else at the dance party happened to be in Pat & I's classes... and were all completely sloppy and shitfaced. Weeeeird. We dance until about 5 am when they turned the lights back on.. much to everyone's disappointment... we all shouted "NoooooOooooooo....." because we totally could have kept dancing until daybreak. For some reason, I decided to just start singing Justice.. and yelled "because.. WE..ARE... YOUR FRIENDS!" and then of course Pat started singing along with me.. and then this French guy comes bounding over and says, "HOW ZOO YOU GUYZ KNOW ZEES SONG??" and then he pulls out his ipod, and apparently he knows the people at the bar... and we get to dance to about 3 or 4 more Justice songs. Awesome! Afterwards, we decided it would be an amazing idea to go grab some McDonalds breakfast... ohhhhh yehhhhhh. So yeh, whatever, ended up being an epic night. Although there was this really bizarre and somewhat frightening moment when the very Irish bartender had grabbed somebody by the scruff of their shirt, dragged him across the dance floor, and then had physically HEAVED him out the door. But I guess we were all too jazzed to really give it another moment's thought... yikes. This bar also serves poutine on their daily menu.. so Pat and I are going to check it out one day.. I am a fan of poutine. Even the name really tickles my fancy. He he he.

what what in the butt!

Pete and Minna

check out Pat in the background haha

My brother and Inga


Soooo, okay. My dear friend from back home, Kristina, sent me the awesomest video I will ever see in my entire life. I know I'm no stranger to hyperbole but no.. I'm fucking serious about the statement I just made. Watch it and tell me it didn't change your life.