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It's just one of those days where you wake up and say to yourself, "today is great, I'm happy, nothing is going to go wrong."
Imagine that, it doesn't.
I woke up saying. "well oh shit I may be late for testing" Except it turns out Grand Master should have told me to come in at 12. I had to wait a half hour for the little kid class to finish. I can't deal with too many kids. I smile at them and think they're playful and cute, but one is the number for me. Otherwise get me a bunch of cats.
It was a rather simple testing. My last color belt..aww. Grand Master just wants me to test in August so I can hurry up and get to Temporary Black Belt. The days of living in color are almost over, there time has past. Red symbolizing for me, the setting of the sun in one hemisphere and the dawn in another. I have so far to go. It makes me smile.
Grand Master out did himself. He went and bought pizza. Hot n Ready from little ceasars. Pretty damn good for 5 bucks. He, this other little black belt, and I sat, and ate the pizza merily. It was so nice. It made me quite happy. Grand Master and I talked about Korea and America. We discussed how fat and unhealthy Americans are. They're fat and try to find half assed ways to beat their obesity. STOP EATING SHIT AND EXCERCISE! God forbid...
It was so nice talking to him for an hour. Despite language barriers, his English is coming along so well. For a man who is coming up on 60 in a few years. He is not "old" in any aspects. I see him as my grandfather, but in actuality I see him as more. I see Grand Master more than probably my real father if I didn't work at his office. He's wise and gains more respect than any human being on earth from me. Tomorrow he wants me to come and learn Korean with him. I'm extatic. I told him I want to go to college and be a writter, and study asian language. I told him I'm studying Japanese, and want to take Chinese in college, and he said he'd teach me Korean now. At least speaking. The rest will be up to future class taking. I love it.
I walked out feeling better than ever.
I had to go to the tire place to get the tires on the car rotated. The man was ridiculously rude. I wanted to axe kick his spine as he was analyzing my tire. Costumer satisfaction my ass. He was like yelling at me about how worn the tires were and said all this other stuff. I told him repitivly "I just got the car" I hope he hates his job and it drives him more miserable and he dies unhappy. Don't take your misfortunes out on the people you're getting paid to be nice to in the first place. The other man was nice to me though. I sat in the lobby and read Prozac Nation. Finally I got to pick it up. 370 pages total the book has, I have 300 to go. I never really picked it up before, I have too many excuses, but now I'm devoted. I love the words in this book. It drives me mad though, all the words and perfect details make me want to run to my own journal and write about my own life and the things that make me crazy.
My dad stopped by the tire place to check things out, as if I were retarded and couldn't handle things for myself.
I went across the street to the Japanese materials store, next to the food market. I bought myself a Shoudo kit, everything except the ink plate for 28 dollars. I guess that's not bad for the whole thing. Still I was pissy about spending that much. I love it though. I was so excited to run home and tear open the packaging and paint symbols like a novice. SHOUDO!!!! yey. I tried to speak Japanese to the man, but then half way through I changed my mind. I had to run to the car to get another 5 anyway. Choto...kuruma de...nevermind I'll jus go get the damn thing.
I looked at the Japanese hair magazine. I can't believe it. I'm more than fucking jelous. I envy to the core. INAI! (Sarah!) Their hair in these magazines is gorgeous. Perfect and way fucking cooler than American professional looks. I found the perfect style and want to take it to my hair dresser. The magazine is insanley expensive. 40 something dollars. Since it's imported and probably expensive in Japan anyway. Maybe sometime I'll bring my camera, go in the back and photograph just that page. hehe.
Work for 2 hours. I didn't mind really. i was in too good a mood. Sure i was like I want to get the fuck out of here, but hey not bad. My next pay check is already almost up to a 100 and I dont owe anyone any money any more! Plus I don't feel like depositing 50 again.
I painted for awhile. Wasted a few sheets of paper just to get a hang of things. I need to go buy a book with symbols. Get the rents to pay for that at Border's. As long as it's a book they'll pay for it. That and art supplies. Maybe I'll get reimbursed for this kit..?
I went to Lauren's dwelling. We went to Target and Best Buy. Hit up the shopping scene. Went to Border's for a short visit. I forgot to look up the shoudo books. Shiiiit. At least I helped Lauren with her literature section. Melissa gave her lesbian books. We came home and chatted up her mom. She sent us on a mission to go to Meijer and get her supplies for her dinner party she's having tomorrow night. We got John at CVS and it was go time. We split up, Melissa and I conquered. The aisles of the grocery store were owned by our shopping kart antics. I rode Melissa like a pony. We also got Jones soda for the hell of it. L's mums credit card, so why not?
We dropped the stuff off and I had to take Missy home. I returned home as well. My mom left me brownies. awww, she went away for the weekend. My dad's leaving tomorrow. The house to myself? I think so. Seeing Nick tomorrow? I think so.
Lauren left me her Dane Cook cd. Fucking hilarious. FFFF U CCCK. MFC! MFC! oh jeez...
Imagine that, it doesn't.
I woke up saying. "well oh shit I may be late for testing" Except it turns out Grand Master should have told me to come in at 12. I had to wait a half hour for the little kid class to finish. I can't deal with too many kids. I smile at them and think they're playful and cute, but one is the number for me. Otherwise get me a bunch of cats.
It was a rather simple testing. My last color belt..aww. Grand Master just wants me to test in August so I can hurry up and get to Temporary Black Belt. The days of living in color are almost over, there time has past. Red symbolizing for me, the setting of the sun in one hemisphere and the dawn in another. I have so far to go. It makes me smile.
Grand Master out did himself. He went and bought pizza. Hot n Ready from little ceasars. Pretty damn good for 5 bucks. He, this other little black belt, and I sat, and ate the pizza merily. It was so nice. It made me quite happy. Grand Master and I talked about Korea and America. We discussed how fat and unhealthy Americans are. They're fat and try to find half assed ways to beat their obesity. STOP EATING SHIT AND EXCERCISE! God forbid...
It was so nice talking to him for an hour. Despite language barriers, his English is coming along so well. For a man who is coming up on 60 in a few years. He is not "old" in any aspects. I see him as my grandfather, but in actuality I see him as more. I see Grand Master more than probably my real father if I didn't work at his office. He's wise and gains more respect than any human being on earth from me. Tomorrow he wants me to come and learn Korean with him. I'm extatic. I told him I want to go to college and be a writter, and study asian language. I told him I'm studying Japanese, and want to take Chinese in college, and he said he'd teach me Korean now. At least speaking. The rest will be up to future class taking. I love it.
I walked out feeling better than ever.
I had to go to the tire place to get the tires on the car rotated. The man was ridiculously rude. I wanted to axe kick his spine as he was analyzing my tire. Costumer satisfaction my ass. He was like yelling at me about how worn the tires were and said all this other stuff. I told him repitivly "I just got the car" I hope he hates his job and it drives him more miserable and he dies unhappy. Don't take your misfortunes out on the people you're getting paid to be nice to in the first place. The other man was nice to me though. I sat in the lobby and read Prozac Nation. Finally I got to pick it up. 370 pages total the book has, I have 300 to go. I never really picked it up before, I have too many excuses, but now I'm devoted. I love the words in this book. It drives me mad though, all the words and perfect details make me want to run to my own journal and write about my own life and the things that make me crazy.
My dad stopped by the tire place to check things out, as if I were retarded and couldn't handle things for myself.
I went across the street to the Japanese materials store, next to the food market. I bought myself a Shoudo kit, everything except the ink plate for 28 dollars. I guess that's not bad for the whole thing. Still I was pissy about spending that much. I love it though. I was so excited to run home and tear open the packaging and paint symbols like a novice. SHOUDO!!!! yey. I tried to speak Japanese to the man, but then half way through I changed my mind. I had to run to the car to get another 5 anyway. Choto...kuruma de...nevermind I'll jus go get the damn thing.
I looked at the Japanese hair magazine. I can't believe it. I'm more than fucking jelous. I envy to the core. INAI! (Sarah!) Their hair in these magazines is gorgeous. Perfect and way fucking cooler than American professional looks. I found the perfect style and want to take it to my hair dresser. The magazine is insanley expensive. 40 something dollars. Since it's imported and probably expensive in Japan anyway. Maybe sometime I'll bring my camera, go in the back and photograph just that page. hehe.
Work for 2 hours. I didn't mind really. i was in too good a mood. Sure i was like I want to get the fuck out of here, but hey not bad. My next pay check is already almost up to a 100 and I dont owe anyone any money any more! Plus I don't feel like depositing 50 again.
I painted for awhile. Wasted a few sheets of paper just to get a hang of things. I need to go buy a book with symbols. Get the rents to pay for that at Border's. As long as it's a book they'll pay for it. That and art supplies. Maybe I'll get reimbursed for this kit..?
I went to Lauren's dwelling. We went to Target and Best Buy. Hit up the shopping scene. Went to Border's for a short visit. I forgot to look up the shoudo books. Shiiiit. At least I helped Lauren with her literature section. Melissa gave her lesbian books. We came home and chatted up her mom. She sent us on a mission to go to Meijer and get her supplies for her dinner party she's having tomorrow night. We got John at CVS and it was go time. We split up, Melissa and I conquered. The aisles of the grocery store were owned by our shopping kart antics. I rode Melissa like a pony. We also got Jones soda for the hell of it. L's mums credit card, so why not?
We dropped the stuff off and I had to take Missy home. I returned home as well. My mom left me brownies. awww, she went away for the weekend. My dad's leaving tomorrow. The house to myself? I think so. Seeing Nick tomorrow? I think so.
Lauren left me her Dane Cook cd. Fucking hilarious. FFFF U CCCK. MFC! MFC! oh jeez...