Shopping Attempt

I attempted actual shopping in Korea. That is, I went out with the intent to purchase clothing and shoes. The main word here is ATTEMPTED! I came home with a $7 scarf and some hair conditioner.

Koreans don't dress badly. They dress like Koreans. I've never seen anything back home like the clothing they wear here. It's hard to explain unless you see it, which is why I take pictures of it as often as possible. I'm still trying to understand the mind of the Korean female. "Hmm, I think that today these green leggings, neon pink shirt, yellow shoes, red purse, and pink plastic clips in my hair would look REALLY GREAT!" Maybe they are all color blind, but as I, a non Korean, am not, this combination doesn't make sense to me. Anyways, I digress. The point of the excursion today was that I have just gotten paid a very nice amount, so I took $100 downtown with the intention of spending all of it and having a slamming good time.

Having a slamming good time was not in Jasmin's cards this morning. First off, it was raining. Second, every time Jasmin eats something NOT from the kitchen (i.e. OUT at a restaurant or fast food) she gets sick.

We ended up taking the bus to the university area. We then discovered that Korean's new fall fashions were all brown. Not a pretty brown, more like a "I just sharted in my pants" brown. Hideous browns, yellows, and greens. After looking through tiny little shops, countless racks, and pushing through dark haired short people, I gave up. On the plus side, I found some nice scarves for really cheap. Then I bought some conditioner, as the water here is killing my hair, and it is now silky and smooooth. The total dent in my wallet? $20.

After the exciting and oh so NOT successful shopping trip, Liz and I headed to Starbucks with our Scrabble board. Since moving here I have become addicted to Scrabble. However, I cannot beat Liz. I used up all 7 letters in my turn today, making the awesome word of "toolshed", got 50 extra points and a bonus turn, and I still lost. I made up with the stunning ego blow by having a doughnut from Dunkin' Donuts. We have that here.

Shopping here is not like back home. They don't have shops like Target, Gap, or anything really. It's tiny little independently owned boutiques that sell shit that doesn't even begin to cover a set of DD ta-ta's. I went out excited, thrilled, and anticipating cool little finds I would buy. I came home with depressed ta-ta's, a defeated Scrabble ego, a ring of jelly on my mouth from my doughnut, and a new scarf. On the plus side, my hair is now incredibly soft and shiny, and I only got stared at twice today.