maypirate

Hubbard sensei female said today that we would come back to Japan. I said "OH NO!" People laughed. She may have laughed. She either loves or hates me. It can only be both or neither.

Also: Hellz yeah!

Who will you be stuck with at end of time? by chi_a_baidh
Your name is
Your sex is
Your favorite color is
You are stuck there because	you can't die
For _____ years	32
With
He/She will think you are	clever
You will	live in peace

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I was going to post the one with MayPirate and Oprah and coconut radios, or Amber and Michael Moore being saved by the penguins, but who could resist living with Jackie Muthafuckin` Chan? NO ONE ON THIS EARTH.

Anyway.

Today, in celebration of Bob`s birthday (HAPPY BIRTHDAY I LOVE YOU), my stomach hurt in new and exciting ways. I enjoy the pain of the crotch-bleeding for nearly a week in advance, so I like to think it`s that, since other stomach-problem related symptoms are currently missing, knock on fake wood. Earlier today I attributed them to being mad at Kevin for absolutely no reason.

Okay, at the time it seemed like a reason... I drew a picture and I gave it to him in Linguistics and I thought -interpreted, because he does not emote (NO YOU DON`T!)- that he hated it, so I decided in a split second that: "Why do I bother doing things like this, he hates it, I shouldn`t even try, my art is bad, I hate this class, I hate Japan, hence I hate Kevin."

I was misguided. Although I did apparently convey meanness when I told him to choke on his pizza sticks. I was not totally aware I could do that. All is better now. Good thing I wasn`t allowed near a computer then. This post would have been full of hate for many things.

In any case, I built Keeboo Jingu (shrine) out of sticks, pine needles, leaves, a plum blossom, a pine cone, and a piece of grass during my outdoor religion class, and my host parents are leaving for BULGARIA FOR NINE DAYS tomorrow. Weirdos. This leads me to believe they are in fact quite wealthy... and I wonder sometimes...

In other news, I slept fourteen hours yesterday and saw enough stupid sakura to last me until the end of my life with Jackie Chan at the end of time.

And tomorrow Miroku and I are going to Mt. Koya to do temple things and sit in a graveyard in the dark. HOT TIMES, YO. RATED TRIPLE XXX. Yeah. You heard me.

26 days, precious, 26 days.