The Face That Spawned a Thousand Gifs.

Tonight seemed like it would be wonderful. I was going to get back from training in Hsinchu, go straight to the hostel to pick up my suitcases, and take a taxi to my new apartment. I had all of the numbers and addresses I needed, and everything went as planned until  gave the address of the apartment to the taxi driver, thinking he would be able to get me there. I was wrong. He almost found the apartment, but instead dropped me off at a random number on the correct street. Since I had two bags and two suitcases with me, I did not want to go gallivanting around looking for the right building, so I asked the next person I saw where the building was. I also had already called the landlord, hoping to have help getting to the apartment, but that did not work out, so I felt really lost, nervous, and aggravated. I tried calling my school's director to see if he could help me figure out where I was, and the man brought me into the liquor store he ran so I could be there while he called the landlord. Nothing worked, so ultimately my school's director came to get me, drove me the fifty (or fifteen) meters to the apartment building, and helped me bring my suitcases to my new apartment. I only cried once, and that was thankfully before my director arrived. Now I am sitting pretty (aka sweating buckets because I'm not sure how to turn off the air conditioner but I don't want it running too much so I just unplugged it instead of dealing with it) on my gigantic (sheet-less, whoops) bed.

Everything turned out fine, as it should have. The main problem is that I did not really sleep last night because I decided to go on an adventure with my two new friends/coworkers (the girl who works at school with me and one of the other guys from another Taichung branch of the school), and we did not go to bed until after 5am, then had to be at training, a half hour cab ride away, by 9am (we were only a few minutes late, yay!).

Fun thing about training yesterday (the second day of training)--the leader of the first seminar kept bringing up the "crying Dawson" face from Season 3 Episode 23 of Dawson's Creek, also known as the face that spawned a thousand gifs.

Also, it should be made known that garbage trucks sound like ice cream trucks.

I heard a question about one of the textbooks, "Enter the World of Grammar", as "Does anyone have any questions on 'the end of the world'?"

So yes, okay. Everything is as it should be, though I should probably figure out how to dislodge what appears to be a piece of pretzel from my computer's charger socket.