Kimchi, not for me

I haven't even had it for 24 hours yet, but I love it, and know that it just might be the thing that can keep me sane for the duration of my time in Korea (however long that ends up being). Seriously...it's like this painless happy, Korean-free (speaking of the language here) place. I can put in the headphones on the subway or the bus, and block out pretty much the whole world. Today in the office they were copying some Bible stories onto tapes for the students - which necessitated the volume being slightly above rock-concert-right-in-front-of-the-speakers loud and just a shade below jet-taking-off-three-feet-away-from-me loud. And Adam made a good point yesterday when he said that it is easier to block things out when you can't understand them, which is absolutely true, and basically how I live my life outside of work (and even a good portion at work, to be honest). So this Bible song and storybook (who incidentally have such famous names as Jerry Falwell, Reggie White, and Steven Curtis Chapman reading select parts in it - Reggie White was Samson, which I found funny for some reason) is cranked up super loud and it would have driven me crazy were it not for my wonderful MP3 player.

I must give all the credit for my happiness, well first to God (remember the doxology? from whom all blessings flow) and then to my sister Jen, who again, has significantly brightened my day (though in this case it's more like year or something). She found this MP3 player for me super cheap (and got one herself) then a few other necessities for me (including but not limited to bras that fit me and ranch dressing) AND (as if that weren't enough....and are you tired of parenthesis yet?) she bought a toy for both my cat and my dog. Awww. What a good sister she is! Thanks Jen! You rock my world!

I have a class starting in fifteen minutes, so I'll go now.