Sympathy for the four eyes

     I've been lucky to have good eyes my whole life. I have 20/20 vision and see everything perfectly even though I abuse my eyes and probably look at a computer screen for about 40 hours a week. I feel sort of sorry for people that need to wear glasses, doesn't look fun at all. There's so many disadvantages to having to wear glasses. Even if you wear contact lenses you still gottta put them in everyday which looks like a pain in the ass. The only advantage to wearing glasses is that they make you look smart (?) They are a pair of pain. Get it? Pair? Right and left lenses.

Dieting...

  With lifting weights, comes a strict diet. Exercising is nothing, it's actually pretty fun, dieting is the hard part that's like hell... Especially when you live in Korea that has food that has a bazillion calories, but none of your friends gain weight because they all have ultra super fast metabolisms. I try to stay on my diet but I'm always seeming to get off track some how, I need to shape up fast because summer came out of nowhere and smacked me right in the face and told me to stop stuffing my face.

  What I eat when I'm on my diet usually consists of these things:

• Chicken Breast
• Lean beef
• Fish
• Rice
• Vegetables with lots of fibers like broccoli 
• Omega-3
• Whey Protein 
• Creatine
• Multi-vitamin

Living in a box

     Is it just me, or does life get harder and harder. Life has been pretty stressful lately probably because finals are coming around the corner and probably because I have about 5 more blog posts I need to do. 
I found an article I think somewhere in the internet and I thought it was really interesting:

Every morning, you wake up in a box to the sound of the loud beeping coming from another box. You sleepily attack the noisy box and slowly sit up in your box, rubbing your eyes (which hopefully are not boxes as well...). You sleepwalk into another box, hit the lights, and spend about 10 minutes washing your face and brushing your teeth with the help of another box. Then you walk to yet another box, and find your clothes. When you're done with that box, you go downstairs and open a box to find objects of interest for your breakfast. You use another box to heat the objects you found in the box, and then you sit down at a box to eat. When you're done, you clean up and put all the dirty dishes in a box, then walk out your door. You go outside and get into a box, and spend the next 3 and a half hours stuck in a stream of boxes, where you exercise your complete vocabulary of rude and un-innocent words.

Sound familiar?

Happy it's summer (?)

     I'm always changing my mind. I always want what I can't have, I'm the person that thinks the grass is always greener on another person's lawn. In my previous posts I talked about how it would be great if it was summer. Well, summer has come...and I'm already sick of it -.-. I miss the nice winter breeze, miss all the layers of clothes I have to wear when going outside, miss not having to worry about the sticky humidity and being able to breathe the air, and what I miss the most is running in the cold and trying to get to the next warm destination and finally getting there, possibly with some hot coffee.

Weight Lifting

   For the past couple of months I've stopped kickboxing and have only been lifting weights, because of my schedule and because I needed to get read for the summer. I've lifted weights before, but have never really gotten that much into it. After lifting weights for a few months not only is it great seeing the physical results but I feel much better too. I have more energy throughout the day, I feel more happy, and I have better concentration.

  I personally think everyone should start lifting weights, I've never really liked to until recently after realizing how much fun it can be, I wish I could have started earlier. Lifting 100 pounds and then moving up to about 150 pounds about a month later gives a great sense of accomplishment.

Dear School

     So, I'm graduating in about a week and a half, and I decided to write a letter to the love of my life that has been with me for thirteen consecutive years now, school.

   Dear School,

          Thank you for implicating so much stress in my life. I love the way you make me wake up 5 days a week early in the morning and then force me to sleep early to repeat the cycle all over again. For the other 2 days you give me a sliver of hope that life is good until Sunday night where I just can't get to sleep thinking about seeing your pretty little face the next day. Thank you for taking away most of my freedoms that I regularly have in the outside world and punishing me for not following all the great and obviously purposeful rules. Thank giving me lots of homework so I can think about you all the time even when I'm not with you. And most of all thank you for being so difficult I think my tiny little brain will burst.

Lots of Love,
Kevin

Scissor dream

    Have you ever "woken up" and can see everything in front of you but can't move no matter how hard you try? That's a scissor dream. In Korean superstition it is believed that a ghost is literally pressing down on you so you can't move, or that there is a ghost inside of you.

    The thing is, I've been having alot of these lately, it happens in waves, and happens about ten times a night, so I haven't been getting alot of sleep lately. What's even more scary is that it gets intenser every time, and longer. It starts off with me waking up inside the dream and not being able to move, and knowing that the scissor dream is happening but there's nothing I can do about it. I wake up from the scissor dream and doze back off a a few seconds later again and after a few scissor dreams I hear a voice behind me, usually the voice of somebody I'm acquaintances with. In the next waves of scissor dreams the voice gets closer and louder behind me, that's when it really starts to get scary.

   If anybody knows how to get in touch with an exorcist, please let me know.