A few items:
Firstly, I can't believe you're watching You're Beautiful right after, and I mean right after finishing PT. Sometimes you are hopeless, like me. I guess the post-show blues go to you pretty seriously if you just jumped right into the next one. Anyway, it's a pretty adorbs show, so you have that at least. Also, ShinWoo is officially cool, forever.
Second, my playlist I made is now awesome, so listen to it when you can, because there is some really good stuff on there that you may or may not have heard yet. I am listening to it now, and I am on Breakdown by Taeyang, one of the happiest-sounding songs ever.
Third, tomorrow is the first day that we're teaching my Adolescent Literature class, and I have experienced several stages of nervousness this afternoon alone. I'm not necessarily afraid of speaking in front of people, so right now my biggest fear is disappointing my group fellows by making a presentation that falls below their expectations. I know I'm the maknae by at least two years, but I'm still feeling a lot of pressure just because they're really good and I'm, well, not. I'm rewriting my lesson plan right now, because I have had a lot of caffeine and sugar, so I am ready for anything (excluding sleep, and really, who needs it?). I figure if I spend two minutes talking about DESE standards, and three minutes talking about each of the five lesson plan questions, I will easily have a fifteen-minute presentation, which should be a fairly okay. And I think I might have enough material to do that, so I guess all I need to do now is figure out how to make it interesting (a daunting task). My roommate has advised me to feign sickness and just stay home, and I am sorely tempted. If only my suck-up tendencies would allow such a thing.
Fourth, you know about that party thing you keep talking about? Yeah, the truth is that every time I think about it I feel that sense of encroaching doom. Not because it's your birthday, but because I think my head is about to explode. I think it's an actual mental disorder, the fear of an exploding head.
Actually, I wasn't expecting this, but I just googled it and it turns out exploding head syndrome is a real thing. My existence has been legitimized.
Long story short, it would be awesome to have a party for you, especially since it's your sweet 16 and stuff, but a surprise party may not be possible. The truth is that right now any party you throw or we throw together would literally be a hundred percent better than anything I could come up with on my own in the middle of my student teaching. It looks like you have a lot of good ideas so, by rights, it should be you figuring out what the party's going to be all about. It would be awesome if I could help though, so I can feel useful as a person once again (college kills personality). Like, I am pretty good at doing things like decorating if someone (you) tells me it looks good. I also crave affirmation.
I had a fifth item, but I forget what it is, and I promised myself that I would only have two items related to Korea.
Oh, I remember now. Today I sped read 90 pages of Dante's Inferno and 70 pages of The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. The truth is that such a thing is not possible on this mortal plane, which is why I am a superstar. Or a superhero, depending on how you look at it. Having experienced reading 160 pages in about an hour and a half, I have decided that speedreading should be considered a supernatural power. I know you agree with me (I know no such thing, but if you don't agree with me I will probably come over there and show you my tears of ink to convince you otherwise).
I'm going to go finish my lesson plan now. You can remember me while you're having oodles of fun watching Shinwoo being awesome and Jaekyung being a meanieface but still pretty cool, and Jeremy being the most adorable boy ever. Can you tell I'm jealous? I really regret watching any Hello Baby this afternoon, because even though Shinee as really uncertain fathers is one of the most cutest things I've ever seen, I have so many less interesting and more pressing things to be doing.
Peace,
-Amy
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