Blogging is like Pringles

Once you pop.....

I have been thinking all day at work about getting home to re-visit this little internet universe, populated so far by just me. Now I'm here I don't have much to relate, my Aunt is in town and we are going to eat Indian food with my parents and brother. Indian food hates me, it always attacks my pathetic little stomach later on, but it's oh so delicious!

I have just painted my nails for the first time in a month, and did a really bad job of it. Fifteen year old me would be disappointed, I spent most of my youth painting my nails and talking on the phone. I can't wait to visit New York in March where I can get a manicure without needing a bank loan! (NY mani-pedis cost $25 if you don't mind a den of a 'spa' in Soho, which I don't. Here in lil old England they cost more like 60 quid.)

It's Friday, the wine is cracked open, and I'm hungry. Something very exciting happened this afternoon, I bumped into Crumpet online while reading my emails (Crumpet is the aforementioned Nugget's little sister, and my very dear friend). Crumpet said since she'll be out of a job soon she's looking into heading to Seoul this summer to teach English. I thought you could only go for a year but apparently they have summer programmes! Crumpet's beloved Fred wants to go too.

So it would be very convenient if I got another 3 month contract after this one ends at the end of March and then spent the summer eating my way round Korea, swapping languages with some school children. I haven't actually come into contact with anyone under 22 recently, that would be a nice change. Actually tomorrow we are having a little family reunion and some of my cousins will be there, and then next week I am going to meet my colleagues recently adopted baby. But more on that another time. Did I say I didn't have much to relate?

I talk too much. I'm going to listen to Augustana instead, and re-do my nails.