some observations

first off, ugh, i feel bad today- i don't know why, i didn't do anything worthy of devine/biological retribution. so i guess that's why i was less able to handle these people that annoyed me today.

to all the parents: please shut your kids up. please? when i'm at a museum, i'm trying to get my culture on- i don't need to see and hear your out of control kids.

to me: the reason you had trouble saying "methodological" (quick note: spell check didn't have a problem with methodological, so i guess it's an actual word, but still i was trying to mis-use it) is that there is no reason to try to turn the noun methodology into an adjective when you have good, old 'methodical'.

to the hobo-ish guy at the folk museum: listen, i'm not going to be some kind of snob, and sit here and say you shouldn't try to expand yourself. museums are for everyone, i know-- it's just that when you literally smell like shit, well, some of the other museum goers might get a little distracted. just a little food for thought there. your call, though.

to the woman who hit me with her car: yes, the reason i yelled hey and hit the trunk of car with my hand was because you'd thrown your car into reverse and started backing across a SIDEWALK WITHOUT CHECKING FOR PEDESTRIANS!!! if you are not going to look first, it might be a good idea to STOP WHEN YOU HEAR "HEY!" AND A THUD. fortunately i was somewhat prepared and was able to jump back, so it's more like you just nicked me with your car-- though i should still point out that i meant exactly what i said at the time. also, i find myself wishing i had taken a swing at you- the more i think about it the madder i get.

to the korean police dep't: i was kind of wondering why i kept seeing the same dour-faced guy in a black and yellow plaid shirt and jeans, but the weird thing was he kept changing height and places. then i noticed he was wearing an ear piece. then i noticed he was standing beside himself and talking to other officers. kpd, write this down: if all the plain clothes officers wear the same clothes, it's just like wearing a uniform you bought from k-mart.

to the woman who smelled like maple syrup: i have never wanted to kiss somebody so badly in my life. this has been happening an awful lot lately: people with cigarettes, people with hot chocolate, and now, people who smell like maple syrup. i wonder if when i get back to the states, i'll want to make out with people who smell like kimchi...doubt it.

to all the rest of you: see ya later