Well, a lot has happened in the past month. First of all, I'm officially halfway done!!! 6 months down. It's both pleasing and totally unnerving how fast a year really can go. Like really, a year of my life is gonna be gone by the time I get home? Just freaky.

More importantly, Anna and I have decided to go on a diet. We have both been pretty disgusted with our obsession with rice and bread, so we have been eating healthy (minus my saturday night where i stumbled on a Monster Pizza which just happened to have true American Pizza. By this I mean no corn, sweet potatoes, mayonnaise, french fries, or pumpkin were included as toppings. Usually all of those are included at one time, yes. No, here, it was pure american cuisine, with choices of cheese and pepperoni. The third option was titled "Spice Girls," but I stuck with cheese. And there were only those three flavors listed on the entire menu of this restaurant.

The thing is, I have in my mind that I am going to come back into America, walk off the plane, and be 20 lbs skinnier. I was going originally for 10 lbs - but my goal has to change with the repulsive amount of weight i've gained. Since I am scared of the scale, I don't know this to be a fact, but I'm pretty sure pictures don't lie. Unless they're photoshopped. But no one has done me that kindness.

Consequently - I have been running a lot. In fact, as per usual, a man stopped me on the street the other day. And this is not unusual. Many will stop to give me high fives, thumbs up signs, and cheers of approval. I have become very accustomed to feeling like I'm running my own personal marathon when I go out for a jog, and expect nothing less most days. Koreans are much like Pennsylvanians. Shout out to my sistaa Emily, whenEVER we have gone running in that state. And I'm talking - like - a mile on a main road.... we have gotten about 32 people beeping and shouting out obscene things from their minivans as they whiz past on the way to Cracker Barrel or somewhere. Apparently people don't run there. So, it's nice to have some appropriate support here.

However, this day in particular, the man literally grabbed me by the arm and started yelling at me in Korean. Not sure what he was saying, but he kept holding up his fist to ... supposedly fist bump him. But he kept holding onto my wrist and once he started checking out my ipod I pretty much sprinted away with him yelling in the background. Was a little freaked out, but it's still reassuring I can outrun an old man drunk off soju.

Lastly, a man invited me to tutor his daughter in a cafe I always work in. I had my lesson planning out, and he asked if I wanted to work for him and tutor his daughter. So, I said, sure. And he then proceeded to bring her into the restaurant and insist that I quiz her and process her "English Level." Clearly, judging that my korean is limited, this was not going to be possible. So we said goodbye.

Then the next week, I was there again, and so was he. I was skyping my mom, and he waved excitedly at me and introduced himself to my mom, informing her we were friends. When my dad came on the screen, he quickly asked me to clarify that we were friends, and he was not my boyfriend.

Regardless, lovely man. He gave me a steamed corn on the cob to eat with my coffee and went on his way.