so some back story to update you on the rylan saga.

im now a senior teacher at Oxford English.

yes. like the university. at 21 years old, not to shabby i must say.

on top of that, i just got offered a job at, wait for it, A CANADIAN HIGHSCHOOL. teaching english. that was funny.


so im fixing the lightbulb in the dining room of my new apartment, the last one exploding into a miniture made-in-china fireball. i managed to disassemble the lamp it was attached to. in effort to repair the exploded wires.

naturally chinese people ie my room mate are stunned by my somehow magical ability to know how to fix simple things. ie lightswitches and lamps, and shoes.

im just screwing it back together after testing it and making it work. room mate says "hey, your kinda usefull to have around," im like "yea im the bestest boyfriend ever......." she is not my girlfriend. nor is she single, nor am i interested.

there was a good long awkward moment. i made some dumb joke and quickly exited stage left.

oh and no, i didnt die in the earthquake.