Buying that multi-pack of wafer ice cream bars was the best decision I've made in a long time...
They're simple and kinda boring, but after working myself into quite a mood and being hot to boot, that ice cream wafer was the best thing in the whole darn world. I want to eat another one. Right. Now. But I won't. I may have a mini cupcake though. ::arcs en eyebrow:: Perhaps.
So I'm starting to get really sick of Kasahara-san and the whole International Center because I'm not their damn trophy student who jumps to do anything you ask of her. No, I don't want to write a stupid whatever about my life in Japan because I've only been here a month. No, I don't want to write it in English and Japanese. And no, it's not okay if it's due by the 11th with a picture. Especially not when you won't do a damn thing for me except tell me a commuter's pass "takes time" to get. To add to that fantastic news, Paul is indeed coming here in September but will be leaving around the same time. I almost punched Kasahara-san when she kept repeating that as if to say, "Well isn't that quaint, why don't you ride the plane together?" Hi ::waves:: I'm not deaf, people. I heard you the first time. By the end, I had managed to force a smile into place but for the first few minutes, I wasn't rude, but I wasn't all cheer and bubbles either. And you know what's even more irritating? When you're talking on the phone with yet another Japanese person--who thinks you must be fluent and therefore speaks at lightspeed--and if you don't say, "hai," or some sort of agreeing noise after every third word, they'll stop and say, "Moshi moshi?" Jesus, Mary and all the patron saints! JUST KEEP TALKING, I'M RIGHT HERE AND IF YOU STOP ONE MORE TIME AND SAY THAT I'M JUST GOING TO HANG UP, DAMN YOU ALL. RAAR.
There is a character in FMA I adore. He is "the flame alchemist". He uses special gloves to create sparks that blow up lots of stuff. I lurve him. And I want his gloves. *evil grin* I'm going to have that cupcake now, finish this email to Sakana, enjoy some loud rock music, and wait to hear what's happening tonight for karaoke. Ta, lovelies.
So I'm starting to get really sick of Kasahara-san and the whole International Center because I'm not their damn trophy student who jumps to do anything you ask of her. No, I don't want to write a stupid whatever about my life in Japan because I've only been here a month. No, I don't want to write it in English and Japanese. And no, it's not okay if it's due by the 11th with a picture. Especially not when you won't do a damn thing for me except tell me a commuter's pass "takes time" to get. To add to that fantastic news, Paul is indeed coming here in September but will be leaving around the same time. I almost punched Kasahara-san when she kept repeating that as if to say, "Well isn't that quaint, why don't you ride the plane together?" Hi ::waves:: I'm not deaf, people. I heard you the first time. By the end, I had managed to force a smile into place but for the first few minutes, I wasn't rude, but I wasn't all cheer and bubbles either. And you know what's even more irritating? When you're talking on the phone with yet another Japanese person--who thinks you must be fluent and therefore speaks at lightspeed--and if you don't say, "hai," or some sort of agreeing noise after every third word, they'll stop and say, "Moshi moshi?" Jesus, Mary and all the patron saints! JUST KEEP TALKING, I'M RIGHT HERE AND IF YOU STOP ONE MORE TIME AND SAY THAT I'M JUST GOING TO HANG UP, DAMN YOU ALL. RAAR.
There is a character in FMA I adore. He is "the flame alchemist". He uses special gloves to create sparks that blow up lots of stuff. I lurve him. And I want his gloves. *evil grin* I'm going to have that cupcake now, finish this email to Sakana, enjoy some loud rock music, and wait to hear what's happening tonight for karaoke. Ta, lovelies.