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Holiday

You know that feeling that you get when you've been at work too long? When you know you need a break? When it's the little things that are driving you crazy?

Like, you're pretty sure you aren't NORMALLY this pissed off at an elevator that stopped to pick people up? Or the sound of your coworkers voice is becoming just too...much...too...bear?

See? Similarity. We are the same. Or I'm just the same crazy as I am everywhere else.

I suppose I'm lucky to get a week off at Christmas as our Korean teachers are only being given like 3 days - not really even enough time to jet off to Jeju Island - although, with tempertures trying their hardest to hit zero (people: I can't resist. I now have WINTER to complain about again), I can't imagine why anyone would go to an island.

That being said, D and I are set to spend a week in Tawain. Not exactly the Thailand I was hoping for but definitely a good deal since we only found out about 2 weeks ago that we would actually be let free for awhile.

I'm looking forward to being a tourist again. I've never really been all that good at this 'normal life' thing. Then again, I think I was never all that good at travelling for long periods of time either. And here's the part where I point to that blinking neon sign above my head that says 'Could she BE anymore Gemini?'

Speaking of totally switching tangents, I'm also off to see the movie Holiday with some funky ladies. Forget Jude, bring it on Jack.

And so ends another rather random post...I GOTTA get walking again..

Comments

Cat said…
I am so there with you! We are taking some much-needed time off at the holidays, too, and in the nick of time as far as my temper is concerned.

Have a wonderful time in Taiwan. There's a lot of neat things to see and do, and the food is awesome!
kimikazi said…
Forget Jude? I thought he was lovely and scrumptious...Jack was quite funny too though. His gf Maggie is one of my favorite actresses/actors? whatever. I'm goign to email you now:)

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