And so ends week 1 of my internship. This week, I pretty much did NOTHING. I read a lot about the constitutional court and it's history... and that's about it. I got a research assignment yesterday though, and it's very interesting. One week down, three to go.

Hey Bethel people-- I intern with a guy who looks like a grown up version of TonyCho. It's exactly how I imagine TonyCho will look like at age 35. Similar build, similar face, short neck, very tan. I wish I had a picture of both of them so I could do a side by side comparison.

So things have been a little nutty here... Let's just say I'll be very unhappy if North Korea decides to, say, bomb the US or bomb Seoul. I'll also be very unhappy if the US bombs KimJongIl's house (which is what one of the interns said he heard we would do. which i seriusly doubt).

One thing I've noticed here is the style of Korean girls, clothes and accessories wise. The thing is, it seems to me like they've all got some kind of personal style. They are all going for some kind of look with their clothes. Some of the girls are tacky, some cute, some cookie cutter, some odd, but they all are going for something. It makes it really fun to look around and people watch here. Some of the popular trends here are similar to those in America-- skinny jeans, really long tops, flats-- that whole NicoleRichie/LindseyLohan look. A lot of girls are wearing really pretty, feminene dresses, usually always covered by a little bolero or shrug (confession: i bought a cute litte bolero. only 10 bucks! and so good to wear over little tank tops, cause they disapprove of the revealing clothing here.) But I think the most common outfit is the school uniform. Those poor high school girls-- never have I seen more unflattering, uncomfortable looking clothes. Oy.

I got a mosquito bite the other night, and now it's swelled, circumfrence-wise, to the size of a grapefruit. It's HUGE. And unbearably itchy. Not only am I unbelievably prone to mosquito bites, I also have really terrible reactions to them.

Speaking of mosquitos, I'm not always sure what they look like. So last night when I saw a bug flying around the room, I decided to smoosh it. I grabbed a little white notebook, aimed, and smooshed it against the wall. Satisfied that the sucker was well and truly smooshed, I pulled the little white notebook away to see a disgusting red blood stain on it! And a dead smooshed bloody mosquito on the wall. GROSS. I think it was the first time I've ever seen something like that. It was so nasty. But now I'm a little satisfied, thinking that maybe I got revenge on the exact little bastard mosquito that is giving me so much pain right now. That's right. Your ass is grass little mosquito!

Have you noticed I like the word smoosh?

Thank goodness it's Friday. I'm going to try to catch PiratesoftheCaribbean tomorrow, and maybe hang out with cousins on Sunday.