| Oh, right. I am still very much alive.
It is a damn lovely day in Chicago.
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| Well, kids, I'm outta here. Off to Japan!
You can catch my adventures at my travel blog.
dewa, mata ne! |
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| God fucking damnit
I had to go fuck up again
Somebody take my goddamn phone away from me for good
Now I'm hungover and paying the price, okay? I don't know what more to say. |
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| Ew.
So here was/is my finals schedule so far:
Wednesday - Japanese oral exam (did relatively well, only slipped up a few times, Kawai-sensei seemed happy)
Thursday - Graphic Novel final project due (Again, did relatively well, a few people laughed at my one attempt at a joke in it, and I spent 20+ hours on it. So hah!)
Friday - Nothing. Sat around doing reading for my Mind paper. Crashed at Joe's.
Saturday - Started the paper, helped Zach and apartmentmates move couches, etc into their place. Had two lunches and dinner at cafe Corea. I now feel like I weigh two tons.
Sunday - Japanese studying day and writing more of the paper.
Monday - Japanese written exam. HELP ME. Also more of the paper to write.
Tuesday - paper due by noon. Then back to Palevsky, lunch with Joe, and being mercifully finished!
The rest of the week is a jumble of sleep, sleep, movies, Joe, and sleep. I head back to Jersey on Saturday, which I am more than ready to do--except for leaving Joe. He heads out early-ish Friday, so Thursday night will probably be spent apart.
It's becoming obvious that I have really old-fashioned ideas about romance. Keeping things casual is great when it's obvious that things like this summer are coming up--and believe me, I tried--but something about the idea of being with somebody and remaining detached for the sake of a future event, not living in the moment about it, bothers me. It's been relatively casual so far but we've become really attached to each other. I'll miss him this summer. He says he'll miss me. We'll write postcards and call. I'll have to answer "kareshi tte ja nai" when people ask me about him in Japan. When we get back, we'll start up again.
But as for living in the moment... I need brunch.
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Must be your skin that I'm sinking in
Must be for real, 'cause now I can feel
And I didn't mind
It's not my kind,
Not my time to wonder why |
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