Girl's Day
Yes ladies. It is March third, and in Japan, it is Girls' day. So THIS is our day, chicas, and NOTHING can ruin it. Oh no. NOT even the most boring professors on the face of this planet, or the father that ignores you as if you were an evaporation of some festering victual, or the 20minutes fire alarm drill that leaves your toes frozen, or the anattainable plane ticket that you've been trying to book for about a week, whose price keeps fluctuating upwards every minute while you wait for your stupid credit card to be processed, hoping to God that you will be able to get the tickets, or being the random target for some asshole who wants to throw a dirty snowball at you, or having to forfeit to your moody computer that decides to deny you internet access when you really need it, or the fact that I accidentally deleted this journal two times--I don't know how, or not knowing how much weight you've gained in over a month, or the pestulent guy that uses you as an excuse to boost his ego, lecturing you about literature and the works of Sir Walter Scott and how mother earth rotates every 4minutes and changes the positioning of the stars, and how he reads three books a day for pleasure! Who fucking cares? Or is this the classic pick-up line in the U.K.!? At first I thought that he wanted to get to know me, and Walter Scott was the excuse for talking to me, but it turned out to be that he just wanted me to listen to his all-knowing, over-zealous, pigheaded brain, and I was the excuse to talk about books. Wonderful! He talked for about an hour and the whole time, he never asked me a single question. WOW! Cheers, and goodbye! And the best part is that I didn't understand half the shit that he mentioned during OUR "conversation." Lol. He is phenomenal, yet extremely dull! But even THAT, can't spoil my day, oh no. I don't give a rat's ass. Not even the fact that our crazy soliloquous professor never showed up to class in the morning for two days straight, without any e-mails or forehand notice of his abscence, can upset me now. Actually, it's kind of nice, since I haven't read the book yet. But I must admit that I am just a teensy-winsy bit frustrated because the past two days have been quite rancid, actually, the week as a whole, and nothing has been going my way. Don't get me wrong, I like it here, but I think it's been one of those days where it doesn't matter what you do, because noting will go right. All I want to do is dig my teeth into a BIG head of lettuce like some ravenous wolf that feasts on meat, and shred every leaf of it like a papershredder. Argh. Yes, that Swiftian Yahoo in me is welling up. Aooooooooo~! Lol. Well, I do have hope though. I'm actually hoping that Saturday is the first day of the week in Scotland, because then, it'll be a new week--a better week, and I'll be going on a trip to St. Andrews, a city south of Aberdeen, to look at cathedrals and war monuments, with some of my friends :) Hm. I'm hungry. Maybe i'll go and eat some pizza. How can it not make me happy, right? But before I depart, you guys have to tell me. How are YOU doing? If you've read this, mabye you can leave me with a short note or an e-mail about how your day sucked too?? All for ME, me, me, me? I always feel that way when I write my journals. Hehehehe. But I guess it's mine afterall. Ok. Enough for now. Ciao