Today was strange. When I got to school, the Korean gentleman (who is increasingly starting to make me feel...uncomfortable) gave me a fortune cookie. Japanese fortune cookies taste hella different than American ones, I've discovered. Almost buttery, like a pizelle (however the hell you spell that Italian flat cookieish thing), but it's so sweet
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Of course, this isn't counting the books that I've bought, either. Although I have finally, successfully tracked down the infamous "僕のダンスホールへようこそ!" manga. Ohohohoho, indeed. ::snorts:: And it's almost the least cracky story out of the bunch, which is impressive in its own disturbing way.
But, l'meow. Off to do the homework that doesn't involve men in dresses. ::snickers::
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