Back at IT

Well, well, its appears as though as much as I would like to pretend I'm over blogging, I'm not. At least not right at this moment.

Currently watching the Simpson's. In my empty living room, waiting to go meet potential new roommates. I realized today that I need to get on top of this whole living situation before I really and truly find myself homeless. I was on Kijiji today and found a couple of ads looking for roommates. Gay Roommates. I was a little hesitant at first, but figured that I have the option of living with straight guys, and they're pigs. I love them, but pigs all the same. So why not. I hope I make a good impression, because I'm really not up for the whole searching thing.

Simpson's update: Bart lost the Isototes Pennant. And Homer is a Mattress Salesman.

I'm about 20 minutes away from joining the Blackberry World. I'm scared. No Scured. Yes, scured. Its going to cost me $50 a month. Barf. I've been surviving on my Telus Pay As You Go for like $20 a month. Fuck whatever, who knows maybe I'll like it...*eyeroll*

Ok going to call Rogers, go meet these queers and then post pictures of my Movember mustache.

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I went out last night with my roommate, his friends, and a friend from work. We had a "great" time. I work this morning and I feel completely deflated and melancholy.

This is why I don't blog anymore.

Not exactly sure

So, where do begin. The last time I was on here I cancelled my birthday because of work. Well that went swimmingly. Really it did. I tended bar Friday night and make the most in tips ($200). I left with $110, but so it goes. I also got hit on by a girl. Not really my scene but it was nice to have some attention. Reminds me that I'm not a total gorgoeil (sp?... going to check... I think it has a y in it...) gargoyle. It was sort of an awkward experience. She was all over my jock. And I just kept smiling and taking her money. I was actually trying to make her so super drunk she'd have to just leave, but she powered through and was there till last call. I hope she got home alright.

However things got bad on Sunday. Not bad thats an exaggeration. Sad... I had been texting Al (my ex-old man friend) for a little while since new years, trying to get his attention more than anything. I was put off by the fact that he was cutting me off, as bloody if. then I remembered I left my 2008 tax return at his apartment and was getting anxious to get it back. I fucking hate tax season by the way. Anyways, we made plans to get thogether Sunday. There were no expilict plans of sex, but considering I haven't had any since January, I had explicit plans to have sex.

To make a long story short, he finished I didn't. Had to one out in the shower thinking about Terry (yeah). The night wasn't a total loss though. In our old tradition we get right high and drunk. Was a good base for Family dinner at Tap. Rolled over there and had a streak and a glass or red wine. Then on my way home stopped and grabbed a pizza. Went home and ate it and got more stoned with my roommate. Went to bed feeling like bloated discombobulated dog.

I suppose there is an accurate response to the goings on or my uneventful birthday weekend, but I'm not exactly sure what is it. I'm tired of feeling sorry for myself. Truly there is no possible way for me to feel accomplished right? I'm not angry or mad. It came and went just like any other weekend, only that is maked a milestone that I'm really not keen on observing myself. The only thing I wish is that my chapped lips would heal.

Short notes:
Working in the office this week and its DEAD. Or at least it was dead today probably spent an hour working. The rest of it was spent dicking around, i.e. writing this blog, texting, shitting.

Going to see Alice in Wonderland tonight with my roommate. She's a doll. My roommate, not Alice. She might be, we'll see.

Really, really need a vacation. Want to go to Quebec City for Red Bull Crushed Ice. Totally unlikely, but a boy can dream oui, non?

I think thats it...

Like a small child

So it's Tuesday afternoon. And I'm just about to smoke a bowl. I spent the entire day yesterday on the couch with my roommate. Its sort of like a tradition. We call it "roomie day". We start with breakfeast and watch terrible day time television. I made soup for the first time. Carrot and sweet potato. The day is capped off with 24. Jack Bower is the man.

I was "creeping" facebook this morning and saw my friends talking about going to the "Monday/Funday." No one called me.

Now, I just posted about how I drink too much. And I stayed out on Sunday night until like 4. "Crazy drugs" may or may not have been involved.

But really? No one called me?
Say word to your mother.

And the worst part is I can absolutely see how absurd it is to feel slighted by my "friends". But it does kind of sting.

Which is why I cancelled my birthday. It's Friday, which is the day I bartend so I wasn't giving that up. And I am working everyday day this week and next week, so I can't really do any week day drinking. And its this other kid from that bar's birthday on Wednesday.

So yeah. Just like a small child. Whatever.

One small step

Saturday Afternoon. I'm watching a very interesting documentary on the CBC about mall culture. Its decline in the West and its boom in the west. The segment right now is about India. Its really disturbing. I'm also downloading porn.

This had been a really tough week for me. My demons have been in control for the most part. Went out for a friend's birthday on Tuesday. Got shit faced. Good night, terrible Morning. Woke up on Wednesday and felt like death and said to myself, "Will, no more drinking." Of course, by 5 I had a beer in hand. But there was hockey on, right? So whats the big deal? Canada Won. Hooray! More drinking.

Woke up on Terry's couch Thursday morning. Terrible. Terry, by the way is my old new straight boy crush. And by old new, I mean that he was new, but just this week I got over him. Yes I know, my straight boy obsession is old you'd think that by 24 I'd have figured that shit out. But I haven't. And I'm okay with that. It doesn't happen all that often. One a year. As much I know how ridiculous it is, it makes me feel alive. Because I do in fact love these boys. Its a fantasy, and it makes me feel good. For a while at least. I'd an addict through in through I guess.

And that'll do for now.

Back Handed Compliments AKA WAY T.M.I

So, I suppose I should start this post off with the most exciting of news: I met a boy. he's not like the other boys I have met in Korea, he's a real boy. He's an out and proud, 6'5'', Australian boy, who I am quite taken with.

That news is bumps my other most exciting news to second. That news is of course that I am so fucking close to being out of this country, I can fucking taste it. I have all my visas, I bought my backpack, I've sent home more than half of the stuff I came to this country with. I have all of my plane tickets EXCEPT the most important one - the one home.

We had asked our director about getting the cash for our ticket, because our contract states that we get a ticket home, from Busan. But since we are going to be all the way in Bangkok, Thailand, we said just give us the money, and we'll pay the difference. For whatever reason she said that it was no problem, she'd buy our ticket for us. Now we did some investigating the travel agent said it would be something like 2,000,000 won (about $2000). She siad because the flight was outside of Korea, we weren't eligible for any discounts. Anyways we looked around and found an airline that would get us from Bangkok - Toronto for $1022 CAN. The only catch was that it had to be purchased on the internet.

Anyways we leave in exactly 2 weeks and - no ticket. Paitently waiting.

Anyways so the meat of the story - Z - not the Z of yester-post, but lets call him ZJ, his initals. It all started on Friday night when my posse and I said that we wanted to do something outside of the norm one Friday night. We heard about a bonfire at the faraway beach that we used to frequent last summer. So we rolled out there and were having quite an enjoyable time. However the girls couldn't help themselves and so they ditched and hit up KSU and our usual haunts. I hung back with one other girl and we continued chatting until I checked my phone for the time and saw the following txt msg: "JROLLO GAWAY PARTY AT KINO AT LEAST 5 GAYS" I grabbed my friend and put her ass in a cab with me and I told the driver Kino.

(gotta to my last class finish later)

We were got to the bar and I saw Kyle2 ( a skinny, blond, blading gay guy, who looks like my best friend from London, Kyle) and we chatted for a little bit. He introduced me to ZJ and said, "Hey you should take him home." I looked over at ZJ, sized him up and said, "Ok." The rest as they say is history. We've known each other 3 weeks and we spend A LOT of time together.

He's a really cool guy and we are both pieces. {WARING: Here comes to TMI} We are also both tops. When two queer meet, you have to figure out who's the top and who's bottom. It obviously doesn't work if you've got two of the same. Anyways, it took us a little bit to figure out what was doing. He took it first. I promised that I'd take it before I left. But, last night he took it again (It was glorious btw). We were in the shower afterwards and he says, "This is bad, because I kind of like bottoming for you." I cock and eye. "Well, you're not that big, so it doesn't hurt or anything." he says.

"Well you sure know how to make a guy feel comfident about himself." I said.

"You know what I mean," he said.

A back-handed compliment if I ever heard one.

This weekend, we're heading to Mudfest. We have heard about about this thing sicne we first got here. 3000 foreigners take over this beach town up north, roll around in mud, drowning in soju, and its supposed to be EPIC. I can't wait. We gotta get up at 6:45 am though, which is balls, then be on a bus for 3+ hours. Balls. But supposed to be EPIC. We'll see.

Also reports that school children who went last weekend got some sort of weird rash is dampening the atmosphere. Not hot. But again, we'll see. As if drunk foreigners would restain themselves for something as small as a rash.

Thats it (started drinking already, what's wrong with me) OUT

May: the month nothing went my way

So, I'm gonna go ahead and say thank god May is over. I tried my best to get things on track after Seoul, but shit just wouldn't go my way. Whatever, I'm over.

In case you didn't hear, I got right wasted on the 22nd and woke up with a gaint gash in my arm. My bedsheets were covered in blood, I looked at the whole and I swore I could see muscle. It was not hot. I'm glad I made the smart decision to go to hospital and get it looked at. I had to get 4 stitches (and a tetanus shot) at the cost of180,000 won (~$165). Fucking worst. Now the school will cover me for half, but still.

Gah! And I've started to more aggressively plan my exit strategy and I hate it because there are so many unknowns. It looks like now we'll be leaving for Vietnam from Japan. But bloodly Japan is so exspensive, not sure if it will be worth it to just fly back to Busan. And I bought a box, to send my shit home, because I can't travel with everything I brought. That means I'll have to sell (gulp - give away) my luggage. And then there's whole 'what the fuck am I gonna do when I get home?!'

Anyways I'm gonna just walk blindly into the future and hope that everything falls into place like I have been so lucky thus far to be my experience - except for May.

Oh yeah. I'm not getting laid ever again. I am gonna go fucking blind *shakes head*