I don't know what the deal is. I have been having a lot of weird dreams lately. I nearly NEVER remember my dreams when I wake up, but that isn't the case lately. Again I forgot to write this one down earlier so I don't remember a lot of it; I always think that I'll remember because they're so strange, but I never do. This one had something to do with being on a mountain and there being high rise platforms or rocks that a few people had to cross. I don't remember anything else. How incredibly random?! I think I need to start keeping a dream journal.
Anyway, the rest of the day, I just lied around again. I seriously need to break myself of this pattern. I also tried to figure out Japan plans. I'm getting a little frustrated, because my friends in Sapporo haven't been responding very well. I need to buy tickets within the next two days if I'm still going to go when I want to go, but if I just go without planning anything else, I won't have anywhere to stay or any way to get there from the airport. Gah! I can't stay with my friend, because he lives in an all male dorm. Hmm....
Oh, I also stumbled upon the website "Stumble Upon" and have been wasting a lot of time with that link. That's about it for the day. I'm going to go spend some time with the host fam.
Ok. Update! I love my host family!!! Love Love Love!! My host dad, mom, and I sat around talking and drinking; my host mom and I drank wine, and my host dad drank a warm alcohol similar to sake (the Japanese rice wine). We talked about how we were stupid as children. Haha! My host mom (5 years old) lost her sister (1 year old), because she went out to play when she was supposed to be watching her sister. She was gone when she got back home, but luckily a lady from downtown had found her and was watching her. My host dad told me about three of his scars. One is on his forehead, because he ran into a garage door that was partially open. He has two on his wrist; one is from when he was three and he slid off of the roof (Why he was on the roof? My host mom could only assume that he was a very stupid child.) and the other is because the doors to his house were locked so he tried to jump over the fence that surrounded his house. Unfortunately, it had broken glass at the top to keep out burglars. Again my host mom and I assumed that he was trying to break into the house until he informed us that it was his own house. Hah! Oh, he also dropped my host brother when he was a tiny baby. Who doesn't do that?! So, in exchange, I told them about many stories from my childhood. I was a very stupid child, so I only let them in on a few. Hitting my head on the toy rocking dog I had as a child, being bitten by two different dogs (once on the hip by my dog and once on the lip by my aunt's dog), being bitten by a turtle when I tried to kiss it when I was super young, when my sister put me in the bathtub to see if I would actually get sucked down the drain, when I put my hand through the glass window on our door when I was trying to shut it, when I threw a shoe through one of our living room windows because I was mad at my sister...I think that is about it...at least of what I told them. Oh, yah, and when I stabbed a hole in the top of my foot while playing hide and go seek with my cousins at my family's chalet. Now I'm done.
My host sis was crying when my host mom put her to bed. We are all riding the bus to take my host sis to Seoul to meet up with her aunt. They are going to Shanghai together. My host sis is afraid to travel without her mom; it'll be the first time. My host sis also got mad at my host mom for talking about her. My host mom had told me earlier that when Kyung Chan and Chan I were little, my host bro talked my host sister into putting rings around her arms, then tying an elastic band around both the rings and from the ceiling. My host sis then jumped off of a desk, the elastic band broke, and she tore up the underside of both her arms. Now, my host sis informed my host mom that she understood everything that my host mom was telling me. I just don't think that is true, but I do think she understood that her mom was talking about her and I remember how annoyed I am at my mom when she does that to me...so I kind of understand my host sis' aggravation. She's 10 though; her mom is going to talk about her for the rest of her life. That's what I've figured out with my mom.
When my host mom and I were getting ready to go to bed at 1AM, my host mom looked at me and said, "I had fun." Super cute! I returned the sentiment. She also told me that if I didn't want to get up for breakfast, I could sleep in for a bit. I might take her up on that.^^
*Still trying to figure out Japan plans, but for now, I'm ready to head to bed. It was a good night!
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