aijin
so here I am drinking cheap vodka, juice and Pepsi, watching dragon ball in the original Japanese and strangely enough comfortable with the fact I am alone. No worries about whether or not I will end up alone because someone always seems to drift in my life when I least expect it and no worries about a lot of damnable things because for the most part people suck. And yes I include myself in that category. I just dislike being around people for the most part if only for the fact that they are quite insane and prone to acts of stupidity when in groups and acts of pettiness when alone and cornered.
I never wondered why I disliked people once I joined the army. There are so damn many types of people that, you learn why all are going to destroy themselves and those around them eventually. That is very cynical I admit but sometimes it seems like all I see are acts of drama and disregard of respect for others and self.
Perhaps I am wrong. It wouldn’t be the first and definitely not the last but sometimes… I wish I could go up to people, and ask why they listen to their base instincts so damn much and why do they not care.
I always wanted a kid. Someone to surpass me in life and someone to love the way I was loved as I was younger. Someone to pass down the anime collection I am slowly amassing: yet, this world makes me worry for what is to come. My dreams don’t make things any easier in this life.
Come fall I start classes and the life I want for myself. How much of it will keep me here and how much of it will change? What is to come?
Mmm vodka and a language with little syntax. My mind is clear.
I’ve dreamt in black and white with one color showing sometimes red for all the blood I see sometimes its blu. Other times, there is just a color here and there, different bits teasing my eye and then there are the dreams where I imagine the colors. Those leave traces in my mind. But most often I dream in full color. But I digress, the dreams where red stands out are very violent and the ones where blu stands out are extremely painful to me. They make my head hurt. They do not cause me physical damage, unlike the full color ones, but they do cause me to wake feeling unrested. I have dreamt in black and white and blu recently and it has killed off my desire to sleep. What’s the point of sleeping when you wake up feeling worse than before? And why does the Hermit Cat sound really gay in the American versions but somewhat distinguished in the original versions?
Ya know? Goku fits into James Fennimore Cooper’s model of an American hero. Fearless, strong and has friends. I think that’s what it says. It’s been a while. I actually wrote an A+ essay on why Tommy of the Rugrats fits into the same profile as John Mclaine, Arnold, and others because of what he did in early episodes. Not the later ones because those suck monkey balls.
Doncha love when you are too drunk to remember what you were gonna type?
I never wondered why I disliked people once I joined the army. There are so damn many types of people that, you learn why all are going to destroy themselves and those around them eventually. That is very cynical I admit but sometimes it seems like all I see are acts of drama and disregard of respect for others and self.
Perhaps I am wrong. It wouldn’t be the first and definitely not the last but sometimes… I wish I could go up to people, and ask why they listen to their base instincts so damn much and why do they not care.
I always wanted a kid. Someone to surpass me in life and someone to love the way I was loved as I was younger. Someone to pass down the anime collection I am slowly amassing: yet, this world makes me worry for what is to come. My dreams don’t make things any easier in this life.
Come fall I start classes and the life I want for myself. How much of it will keep me here and how much of it will change? What is to come?
Mmm vodka and a language with little syntax. My mind is clear.
I’ve dreamt in black and white with one color showing sometimes red for all the blood I see sometimes its blu. Other times, there is just a color here and there, different bits teasing my eye and then there are the dreams where I imagine the colors. Those leave traces in my mind. But most often I dream in full color. But I digress, the dreams where red stands out are very violent and the ones where blu stands out are extremely painful to me. They make my head hurt. They do not cause me physical damage, unlike the full color ones, but they do cause me to wake feeling unrested. I have dreamt in black and white and blu recently and it has killed off my desire to sleep. What’s the point of sleeping when you wake up feeling worse than before? And why does the Hermit Cat sound really gay in the American versions but somewhat distinguished in the original versions?
Ya know? Goku fits into James Fennimore Cooper’s model of an American hero. Fearless, strong and has friends. I think that’s what it says. It’s been a while. I actually wrote an A+ essay on why Tommy of the Rugrats fits into the same profile as John Mclaine, Arnold, and others because of what he did in early episodes. Not the later ones because those suck monkey balls.
Doncha love when you are too drunk to remember what you were gonna type?