october 29, 2008
many of you, in fact, most of you have not seen nor will ever see a movie called ‘fireproof‘. if you plan on watching it and don’t want me to ruin the ending that is as obvious as my awesomness, you should probably not read this entry. for those that will never watch it, fireproof is a christian movie that is cheesier than the philly cheese steak i had for lunch today, and as previously stated more obvious than my awesomeness. it follows a divorce ridden couple and ends happily ever after. the movie would have been a whole lot better if somebody died at the end; much like a korean drama. at the end of the movie when the wife finally realizes that the husband is a good person, she should’ve gotten a phone call saying he died in a fire… or when the couple finally got back together, the husband’s father who orchestrated the whole reunification should have died. somebody should’ve died to make the movie dramatic and sad. instead, everybody lived and it was a bit too jolly at the end.
to illustrate how awesome something unfortunate and sad can make a story that much better, i’ve included a couple korean music videos.
story 1: when you throw parties in college, and when they are rumored to be awesome… you eventually find that more people come to your party than your house/hosts can really handle. during one of our parties, there was a series of events that left our house empty of the party hosts. 
story 2: one of my best friends found his younger sister partying away at our party one day, and got into a big 
as angry as these lets-punch-the-wall people were at the time, i can’t help but be humored when i replay the events in my head. think about it… who punches walls and makes holes in them? who does that? who would do such a stupid thing? seriously… 
there is one more story by the way, story 4: towards the end of the year i realized that we would soon have to patch all these holes up. i found it amazing that all of these guys completely missed the stud when punching the wall. had they hit even part of the stud, the holes probably wouldn’t have been as large as they were. when i told james about this, he told me, “i don’t know? why don’t you try punching the wall?”. ok… to be fair, i’ll include a disclaimer that i blame everything on james, even when it’s clearly not his fault… in fact, he probably didn’t even say this. anyway, as you can imagine i tried giving the wall a punch. and voila!! housemates 4, wall 1.
