I Want To Be a Korean Rapper

I have suddenly developed an intense love of Korean hip-hop.

Because of this sudden intense love of K-Pop as it's apparently called, I want to go to South Korea and become a Korean pop star. It shouldn't be THAT hard, right?

In fact, there are a lot of things I want to do right now: I want to redesign my room now that I've found out what a mezzanine is and need one (I don't think my bedroom was designed for a bed). I want a calming space to live in and I so don't have that right now. I hate yellow. My walls are yellow. I hate red. My carpet is red. I hate carpet unless it's extremely cushy. I have carpet that is considerably not cushy. I hate popcorn ceilings. I have popcorn ceilings. My window has a broken pane and was "fixed" with packing tape. The electrical outlets went on strike (except for one scab) and I'm forced to use a surge protector plugged into an extension cord plugged into the kitchen downstairs. It's a ghetto setup for reals.

Part of me just wants to say "screw it" and move out. Far out. Hence the South Korea dreamin'. In fact, I might not actually want to be a Korean rapper. Maybe what I desire is change. I want to get out of this environment and do something cool. I feel like a muggle. I want to hang with the cool, unsupervised kids who have to save the world or something (I didn't read the books, okay?) but instead I'm stuck with that awful family from the first five pages. I want to get to the part where the story picks up. I want excitement!

I am bored to tears with the life I'm living.

And since I can't exactly afford a trip to South Korea at the moment, I must think of other things to do. Like....Like.....Like.....I'll get back to you on that.