Woman With Poodle Hair
It's no joke - I just spotted her on the street outside our school. She had it some horrific orangey-brown colour and half of it was backcombed puffily onto the crown of her head, and the other half jutted out to conceal her skull at the back (as well as the skulls of anyone that would have been unfortunate enough to stand near her - it was huge!). Add to this hair that has been frizzed into near oblivion and you have the worst hairstyle since the permed mullet.
The weekend that just passed was Chuseok, Korea's interpretation of Thanksgiving. To celebrate having one day off, a group of us went to Korea's premier water park, Caribbean Bay, where we frolicked on water slides, had unfortunate bikini-not-withstanding-the-water-pressure incidents and sat on a makeshift beach, drinking beer and pretending that we were somewhere much more exotic. It was great craic. We also discovered a great new club, Club FF, where for two hours straight, they played all the music that Shaun, Mike, Annabelle and I requested - and I mean everything. Including Pulp. It was all going so well until so dire indie band, comprised of English teachers who probably considered it a side project (I would have called it an unnecessarily gathering of untalented ugmos - UGUU for short) that had a hard time keeping in time with their overwrought drummer.
Jenny, a bonkers friend of Shaun's, kept us all entertained with her stories of excess throughout the weekend. She hails from the US, used to party in L.A with the likes of Jamie Foxx and has no - and I mean no - inhibitions about sharing information. I won't share too many details but I now know the word for 'yes' in Japanese, and no, it wasn't used in a executive business meeting as a means of assent.
What is it like to be back at university? I want to hear about all your unbearable stories, such as 'I slept in for three days straight whilst a strange woman supplied me with beer' type stories. Although I do permit those that involve puking, limb breakages and people that you've met that you really never wanted to. I am bitter, like the lemon.
The weekend that just passed was Chuseok, Korea's interpretation of Thanksgiving. To celebrate having one day off, a group of us went to Korea's premier water park, Caribbean Bay, where we frolicked on water slides, had unfortunate bikini-not-withstanding-the-water-pressure incidents and sat on a makeshift beach, drinking beer and pretending that we were somewhere much more exotic. It was great craic. We also discovered a great new club, Club FF, where for two hours straight, they played all the music that Shaun, Mike, Annabelle and I requested - and I mean everything. Including Pulp. It was all going so well until so dire indie band, comprised of English teachers who probably considered it a side project (I would have called it an unnecessarily gathering of untalented ugmos - UGUU for short) that had a hard time keeping in time with their overwrought drummer.
Jenny, a bonkers friend of Shaun's, kept us all entertained with her stories of excess throughout the weekend. She hails from the US, used to party in L.A with the likes of Jamie Foxx and has no - and I mean no - inhibitions about sharing information. I won't share too many details but I now know the word for 'yes' in Japanese, and no, it wasn't used in a executive business meeting as a means of assent.
What is it like to be back at university? I want to hear about all your unbearable stories, such as 'I slept in for three days straight whilst a strange woman supplied me with beer' type stories. Although I do permit those that involve puking, limb breakages and people that you've met that you really never wanted to. I am bitter, like the lemon.
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