Yo Momma!!!

Ok people, I'm on pace to break records. I just finished crying after I watched the end of that Eagles game. It was.....excuse me....I'm trying to hold back the tears. I had my first winter class today so I could only watch half of the Eagles game before I headed to work. Therefore, I decided to not watch any because I couldn't have the outcome lingering (little did I know it only took 2 quarters before the thing was a reynolds wrap). So I finished around 12:30, went home, put on my gamepass and hoped that the Bucs and the Bears did there best Homer and Bart impression (the choke). Indeed they did. And what transpired next must be what it feels like to win a Superbowl (or close to it). Not only did we make the playoffs but we spanked the Cowboys while doing it. Magnificent.

Ok, enough with that. So yesterday I had a funny encounter with my host mom. You see, sometimes she shapes up the back of my head and tonight while she was doing it she stepped back with a gangsta lean (like a straight pimp) and then, after about 10 seconds, said, "Careful, very careful". I started rolling. She was dead serious. You see, I asked her to round out my neck since my hair likes to grow V style. She's not accustomed to that. So after we laughed about her comment she said, "difficult". Now for that one, you had to be there. Afterwards, when all was said and done, she uttered, "You're lucky to know me". Pure comedy. I sure did get lucky with having her as my host mom. Indeed.

Speaking of moms, let's talk about "Yo Momma". Na, but today I started talking about violence in Philadelphia (to myself) and that made me think of the schoolyard days when we would tell jokes about moms. Then, I went on to tell them about "Yo Momma" jokes. However, disaster struck when I attempted to tell them jokes. It went from "yo momma so stupid to fat to ugly to black to skinny to old".... You get the idea. Well, lets say that I thought I was funny before this encounter but they definietly humbled me. Let's blame it on the language barrier. However, I do remembr them laughing at two jokes. Yo momma so black she has to wear white gloves when she eats chocolate and yo momma so tall that when she did a cartwheel sheck kicked God in the face. The daughter laughed at more of my jokes but the parents just stared at me like, "what is he talking about?" It was good times though. Ok peoples, I'm back to lesson planning and finding articles about the Eagles that I haven't already read. Holla at your gwolla.

A Worldstar is Birthed

The classicness of all classicness since I created the word classicness...

Hello All, The Blogger who Never Blogs is Back

So after a brief hiatus your least prudent earthling blogger has returned from the depths of his ricefield. Obviously a lot has happened since we last talked and unfortunately I don't remember everything so I will try and showcase the highlights (even though I don't remember them). First though, I want to thank everyone out there that has supported me throughout this journey. I don't normally get emotional but I'll make an attempt. It seems, for me, sometimes it is easier for me to express myself through words than with someone' s piercing eyeballs. That could be because I do not have to show my vulnerability in real live action, no one can read me or actually see how I am feeling. On the other hand, I don't know why I'm saying all of this on the web which means the entire world will have access to it (because the entire world does read my blog). So, in a very generic manner, I want to say thankyou to everyone that has helped me throughout my life, to the people that read my blog, and to those that wish me well. I truly appreciate it.

Salutations, and I'm back.

So a lot has happened since our last encounter: Obama became president (and I became Obama), the young co-teacher that has become my ace boon coon is pregnant (don't think she's happy about it but you knew the consequences), another teacher that I like is leaving, I've been on a few dates (sorry dad, its hard to find 40 year old Korean women that aren't married), become closer with my homestay family, made the first school english newspaper, unknowingly adopted a language partner, the sound my hagum instrument makes has become more tolerable, my recent lesson has shown me how much the students mean to me and vice versa, and I have found what was thought to be the lost footage of me performing YMCA and Gone. Oh yea, and Obama is president. I'm sure there is more that I am missing but I can't remember. Let's hope 2009 is even more interesting to make up for me not reporting my shinannigans in Korealand thus far. I'm planning an end of the year wrap up. Don't worry, I'm going to try and dedicate myself to this blogging thing, that's my New Year's resolution.

Its been over a month and 300 lbs of rice (and foods and snacks made with rice) since we last spoke and that is very unacceptable on my part, especially since my family is trying to keep up with my happenings and some of my friends check this url (can't call it a blog if no one blogs) often only to find that same picture of me with a duck on my face. Fasheezle. Well I'm off to go think of what to write. Below is the classicness of all classicness since classicness was created. It really is that classic.