Today I was walking to Brendan's apartment from the subway and feeling kind of eh, so I decided to stop at this little hole in the wall place and get some hot chocolate. No really, it's literally a hole in the outside wall of an apartment building with a lady that stands inside and makes awesome hot chocolate. So anyway, the lady was so smiley and genuinely kind and happy to see me and her hot chocolate is so good I no longer feel eh. I have no illusions that she was actually excited to see me per se, I know she was excited to see my wallet and my 2,000 won, but it was nice.

Also, my paper coffee cup (which I promise to recycle) says this on the outside, "Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction." I like this.

Brendan's co-teacher's birthday is the day before his, so he bought her an ice cream cake and a bag of oranges. (The oranges are just what people do here for some reason, they buy bags of oranges for each other and everybody has one.) Well, they aren't really oranges but i'm not sure if they're tangerines. They're small. So he showed her the cake and pointed to the grocery bag and said, "I also brought oranges." But since she's Korean and their accents are weird, she thought he said orange juice. Koreans say orange like "ahrahnjuhhhh," and orange juice like "ahrahnjuss."
She says, "Ahrahnjuss? That needs to go in the fridge."
Brendan says, "Do you really have to refrigerate oranges?"
Then it goes back and forth like this:
Her: Ahrahnjuss?
Him: Oranges?
Her: Ahrahnjuss?
Him: Oranges?
Then she finally looks in the bag and says, "I thought you call these tangerines!"

Was that funny? I don't know, it's hard to type out a story like that.