maypirate

I always think I have more to say than I actually do.

I'm sorry about Jorge, Megan. :( Here is a cookie: ($) It has money on it.

Class started today, and one of my teachers was actually doing AKP last semester. He said the halls still echoed with the complaints of last year. Yay for leaving an indelible stain on the program! Three cheers for breaking host families! Woohoo!

Woohoo.

Today was Wyna's birthday, and so I used money I could barely afford to spend to buy stuff for Tonkatsu which I then created (read: fried the shit out of). I was not the only cook, but the kitchen was of course cleaned by me. Because I have come to the realization, and perhaps the peace, that I am the only one I trust to clean it to my standards. And if it means that I have to wash every glass in boiling water so I know it's safe to drink out of, so be it.

Load off my mind. Okay, Oliver helped clean too, which was nice, because I haven't been able to spend much time with him. Or hadn't last semester.

Rebecca said, "I don't like most of our friends," and I burned myself on the Fry Daddy, then picked at the blister which was a bad idea because now it hurts more than it would have. I have bad impulses!

Also we all owe upwards of $200 for bills because apparently we're hideously inept bastard-people.

And I really wanted to buy that tripod from eBay too, goddammit.

I've been missing things I shouldn't be missing.

I wanted to drop my extraneous religion class. If only the professor hadn't walked in and started yelling a Neitzsche quote at us. Again, goddammit. Why'd you have to go and make things so complicated?

Do they miss me too?