Hi J.

J is back from her month-and-a-half long China adventure!

Aside from a kinda pretty bad acne breakout (points and laughs) she looks the same :)

Turkey Day 2011.

Night Run.

‘Oh don’t mind me I’m just a cute little college student yessiree.’

I love that I live close enough to Yogurtland to pop in whenever I want and also close enough to a major University for it to be acceptable to be out in a public retail space in my jammies, a social acquiescence that is sadly only extended to college students.

Yesterday My Office Phone Rang.

I promptly hung up on the foo.

IV Drip 2005.

Once in my early college years whilst visiting Korea, I came down with a pretty severe stomach bug and ended up in a small neighborhood hospital stuck to an IV drip. I was in a large empty room with three beds situated well out of the way of any doctor, nurse, or human, and was left to soak up all the fluids entirely alone with nothing to stare at but the IV bag hovering over my head.

When only about a quarter of the liquid was left in the bag, and no nurse or attendant had come to check up on me, I started to worry.

This was the first time ever in my life stuck on an IV drip and I had never thought to ever inquire anyone of what happens once all the liquid in an IV bag gets drained into one’s body and the needle not immediately removed. The only thing I knew was a gut feeling that bad things would happen, and dread started creeping over me as the liquid continued to drain into my arm.

I was breaking out into cold sweats by the time I saw the last of the liquid leave the bag and start traveling freakishly fast down the tube toward my arm. I wanted to call a nurse but in my state of abject terror forgot what they were called in Korean. I frantically considered ripping the needle out of my arm myself but I couldn’t muster the gut to do so. Instead I watched in horror as the last of the liquid zooped into my arm…

WARNING: The next portion of this story is not suitable for squeamish adults or children under 10. 

 …And then nearly passed out when BLOOD (!!!!!!) started being sucked through the needle and traveling up the tube.

When the nurse finally showed up, my blood had all but started pooling into the IV bag from whence all the IV liquid had originated, having travelled all the way up the ridiculously long tube.

The nurse’s face went pale with alarm at the sight of me hooked to a tube-full of blood on the bed, but she artfully maintained composure lest she damage me any further.

Word of the Day.

Three times in a row just because, my current word love:

per•snick•et•y/pərˈsnikətē/ Adjective: 1: Placing too much emphasis on trivial or minor details; fussy. 2: Requiring a particularly precise or careful approach.

Just love how all the jaunty syllables come together in my mouth to yummy perfection omnomnom.

Blast to the Past.

So I know I’ve been pretty lax on posts lately; I haven’t felt much urge to draw this week. But do I have a treat for you! A post from my whiney college-days XANGA blog I randomly found on the Interwebs! You could call it a very rudimentary prototype of the SusanDraws blog you know and love today :)

Now let us all time travel back six years, into the mind of fresh-faced 20-year-old Susan, into the life of college-student Susan during her study abroad year in Korea:

Saturday, 29 October 2005

yesterday night after chapel service i arrived at our villa complex-thingy at around 11:30pm. the door leading into the basement parking garage was closed so i had to walk around to the front gates where the sad excuse of a security system had me punch in numbers to unlock the door. (secret: the door's password is only the whole vertical line of center numbers in any order, if you had half a brain you could tell this by the fact that the white print of these numbers had been clear rubbed off the buttons by use.)

proceeding into the building i saw that a lady was just getting into the elevator so i bid her wait for me and ran in with her. so started the awkward elevator journey to the fourth floor.

blast it all, that 10 second exertion of energy had taken my breath away and i found that my already normal heavy breathing had turned into this shoulder heaving gasp and gulping of air that sounded not unlike an obese person having an athsma attack.

i was well aware that my heavy breathings sounds were reverberating and echoeing around the drasted metal box that was lugging us too slowly up the innards of the building and i tried everything to remain as far from her as possible for fear that she wouldn't mistake me for a pervert or a wierdo.

after the third floor i concluded that i'd probably already been labled as both but i thanked God that atleast i was female and not a man who would have REALLY been misunderstood as a pervert.

on the fourth floor she politely bid me goodnight before leaving and i was left alone in the elevator, suddenly free to breath as disgustingly as i wanted.

Rainy Friday.

Hello cloud, hello rain :)