John Smith

I have discovered a new drug: Korean Television. I found an adorable looking one on Netflix a couple weeks ago. However, yesterday when I began to crave something new to watch, the name of the flick escaped me. What could it be? I searched the corners of Netflix's storage system, typing in phrases such as "romantic comedy", "television series", and even "japanese school girl movies", but to no avail. I even tried the same thing on google images, hoping I could find the image that had originally caught my eye. Eureka! After hours (if not minutes), I found the title of the cutesy show I was searching for: Playful Kiss. If you are able to watch this charming comedy about a girl with below average grades who is (of course) in love with a smart, attractive jerk without smiling to yourself for at least an hour and 17 minutes, then I would strongly question how much happiness you find in life. Either that, or I would question my opinion of awesomeness o_o Nonetheless! It was great. I'm only on episode 2, and judging by the comments left by my processors, it will only get better.

Today, I was riding my bike, taking the long way back to my dorm. As I rode along the sidewalk, something caught my eye. There was a tree about 4 yards away from where I was, and in that tree, a big, beautiful hawk. I mean, this thing was gorgeous. I tried hard to ignore the small scissor bird that flew around, working as hard as it could to interrogate it. I hopped off my bike, and plopped down on the ground. I probably watched it for about 10 minutes before it got annoyed and flew off. But it's deep, amber eyes reminded me of why I bought Skava, my small, blue parakeet, for my birthday so many years ago. Birds really are lucky, aren't they? To be clothed in such fine feathers, and have the natural instincts that every other creature on earth yearns for. But who am I, a human, to envy? I can only be thankful for such beauty.

Today I had the dorm to myself. It was the most glorious day I have thus beheld. I slept until noon, a rarity in my life. I then proceeded to sit in my bed, laptop at hand, and watch (you guessed it!) Playful Kiss. I just can't get enough! I am now half-way through, and unable to stop (in fact, once I'm done writing, I'll begin episode 9)! I didn't leave my room until 5, in which I decided it would probably be a good idea to eat something other than Special K bars and lemon aid. Every time I go to a meal, I sit with somebody different. I figured this would be a good way to scope out the population. I met a guy today, from a place near my hometown. He seemed nice enough, though we are completely different people. My favorite person to meet thus far was a boy named... uh... John Smith (I want to protect his identity!). When I asked him if he was an alien, time traveler, or an esper, his reply was "no...?" When I asked him if he was normal, he said "I hope so". It was then that I realized: he was the one. When I inquired on his name, the answer I received was quite... average. My other friend jokingly compared it to John Smith. More evidence, no?! He is the necessary ingredient I need! The one whom will complete the puzzle! Ah, but I am trying to hard. Now... if only I could find him...

I figured out that when I rub my fingers across the plastic edges of my computer, it feels like it's vibrating. And on that ADD note, I'll end this unbearably hard to write post. A strange blast-from-the-past song just popped into my head. To youtube!

Fare well wherever you fare