I knew I was taking Japanese for a reason...
Translation:
1) Paul: "It's nice to meet you! I am Calabro-san! Please think favorably of me!"
2) Black-Haired-Kid: "Good afternoon! How are you doing?"
3) Paul: "FINE!"
4) Paul: "..."
Black-Haired-Kid: "..."
5) All: "HA HA HA!"
6) Ninja: "Listen to me! Look at me!"
7) Ninja: "Sushi!"
8) Paul: "Kamehamehaaaa!!!"
9) [Paul goes Supersayen, kills Ninja]
10) Paul: "Sayonara [goodbye]!"
Obviously, my sole reason for taking Japanese can only be to make absurd manga comics, such as the one above.
In other news...
What has happened to me? I have become everything I promised myself I would never be. I spent entire afternoons and nights studying. I stayed up until 3:00am studying this week... I did that three times... When I had 8:00/8:30 classes the next morning!!!
What's wrong with me?
I had my first calc test today, and I think I aced it. I rocked that test, and rocked it hard. Fuck yeah.
My studying had some payoff after all.
And I'm spent.
Calabro-san, signing off.