THIS WASN’T HOW IT WAS MEANT TO BE. SHIT.
Once again, I push back these updates, always thinking “ugh I’ll do it later.” How terrible I am. A lot has been going on since the last post, and it has been most stressful for me. But first, let’s start with that America trip round-up I’d been meaning to do.
So on the 16th of July I went over to San Francisco, CA to spend 10 days there to meet up with a friend, and have a few laughs. The trip went pretty well, and I got a lot more out of it than I was really expecting. So in the weighing it against the money spent scale, yes, I felt it was worth every penny paid. Saying this though, there were times which, though not essentially bad, were still quite irritating. I shan’t go into details since a) I don’t really want to discuss them and b) there’re eyes everywhere. All in all, I had good fun and nothing will change that fact.
Now then, for more recent news, having finished my university course here in England (BSc (Hons) in Computer Games Design for those interested i.e. no one) I wasn’t really what to make of my near and distant future. Initially I had some crazy thought of trying to go into Games Journalism, but after a while I realised those were really some dumb fucking thoughts. So my parents contacted me saying that they would like me to go back to Korea for a few months and take some course while there. Sure, that sounds OK, I guess? Turned out it was some Korean language learning course. Me, already a Korean person, going on a Language learning course? Are they fucking out of their minds? But with no other real options available, I had no other choice but to accept for the time being. While they thought it was a perfectly reasonable choice, I could tell they never once even considered how I would feel about the whole thing. Honestly I really hated the idea, it felt like a goddamn insult to myself as a person. A Korean person, going to Korea to learn how to read, write, speak and listen to Korean. It was a goddamn patronising insult right in my face (saying this though my Korean is not entirely perfect, since I left Korea when I was something like 5 years old, though it has developed a lot since then). Regardless, I really did not like the idea, up to the point where even when I thought about what I was signing up for made me physically sick. I hated it that much. But what the fuck am I going to do, eh. Thankfully, should I managed to get into this Master’s course at a university in San Francisco, I will only need to endure the 3 month course. I am hoping my plans work out well.
So, I am now signed up to this shitty course which I don’t want to do but willing to endure for 3 months (and don’t give me that shit about how you would love to take a course like this, because I fucking don’t). Well then, I guess living in England is useless now right? So go throw away all your stuff which you may have a sentimental attachment to since it’s all trash. Yeah, clearing out the house really fucking sucked. Not because of the manual labour involved, but because it meant throwing out a lot of stuff which I had many memories attached to. Ugh.
And to all those people who may think “Oh but you visit so many different countries and live in such a varied amount of places, why aren’t you happy with that?” or something like that, just stop. You haven’t had to fucking travel all around the world never being able to settle down in one house for more than 5 years. Moving houses really hurts since I lose a lot and gain little. It really does hurt.
Though, thinking about my permanent leaving of England, there are some upsides. I get to get away from some people, forever.
Apologies for the amount of tantrum throwing complaining I’ve been doing lately, things haven’t been going particularly “peachy” lately.
Yeah enough of this shit I ain’t even gonna proof-read this
P.S. Don’t take any of this shit personally, please. I’m only using this blog to vent.




