kliin
Staring at words without blur
I feel cold
And your skin is a pile of old feathers
I dreamed rollercoaster
A naked girl with bark for skin
Yellow eyes
Running away
The water ended abruptly
So I stuck my face in
***
It's been a ride lately. Stuck in classes that are somewhat interesting, somewhat tedious. Surprisingly, Senior Seminar gives my opinion a chance to be taken as credible, and effective. Japanese Conversation, on the other hand, makes me want to destroy the likes of anime: fuck fandom. Honestly, how can people remain in that world and twist that into their reason for studying Japanese. Sometimes I feel that's a bit elitist of me to say, however, I did not pursue Japanese studies with the thought of anime, manga, drama crossing my mind, nor was it the boys. I really thought and still think the language is beautiful. Ranting: it's not healthy. Regardless, Graduate School applications are the worse, but not compared to the process of getting a job as a professor, which ultimately is what I want to do. Two days straight of presenting, interviewing, and remaining active, if not alive. I've come to really appreciate dedicated people, especially some of the people that I know or have met fleetingly.
I still can't watch the Fatima DVD again. I've only watched it twice. I don't understand why I can stare at the cover, why I can think of Fatima, but feel absolutely no motivation to watch the DVD, to swim in that again. It's strange. I also think it has to do with the complications in my life right now, but for some reason I feel happy, even though I should be stressed out to no end. Tons to read for my first week. Family, an ever annoying bird. Hokkaido Cheese Cake. Applications. Deadlines.
The more I think about it. I'm not a writer.
I've become more of a linguist. Or at least a self-proclaimed one. (Laughs)
I feel cold
And your skin is a pile of old feathers
I dreamed rollercoaster
A naked girl with bark for skin
Yellow eyes
Running away
The water ended abruptly
So I stuck my face in
***
It's been a ride lately. Stuck in classes that are somewhat interesting, somewhat tedious. Surprisingly, Senior Seminar gives my opinion a chance to be taken as credible, and effective. Japanese Conversation, on the other hand, makes me want to destroy the likes of anime: fuck fandom. Honestly, how can people remain in that world and twist that into their reason for studying Japanese. Sometimes I feel that's a bit elitist of me to say, however, I did not pursue Japanese studies with the thought of anime, manga, drama crossing my mind, nor was it the boys. I really thought and still think the language is beautiful. Ranting: it's not healthy. Regardless, Graduate School applications are the worse, but not compared to the process of getting a job as a professor, which ultimately is what I want to do. Two days straight of presenting, interviewing, and remaining active, if not alive. I've come to really appreciate dedicated people, especially some of the people that I know or have met fleetingly.
I still can't watch the Fatima DVD again. I've only watched it twice. I don't understand why I can stare at the cover, why I can think of Fatima, but feel absolutely no motivation to watch the DVD, to swim in that again. It's strange. I also think it has to do with the complications in my life right now, but for some reason I feel happy, even though I should be stressed out to no end. Tons to read for my first week. Family, an ever annoying bird. Hokkaido Cheese Cake. Applications. Deadlines.
The more I think about it. I'm not a writer.
I've become more of a linguist. Or at least a self-proclaimed one. (Laughs)