Go! Go! Igo!
People in Japanese classes have a lot of strange obsessions, but most of them kinda connect with being in Japanese class. Anime and video games and violence and such. But what is with this obsession so many of them have with eating pet meat? Eating some sort of cute animal's meat was mentioned at least once each day this week that we did our presentations. One guy even had his speech centered entirley around eating his cat. He had a picture of it curled up in the microwave. And he brought an old drumstick and took a bite of it after the speech. Was our old Japanese class like this too?
Recently, Angie said to Pocket, she and Adam came and talked to me during lunch, but all I did was mumble back. They were afraid they scared me. While I am sure they were quite scary, I am also almost positive this never happened. I do not remember any time both of them talked to me during any meal, much less recently. So, you see, my dream earlier was most certainly a premonition. My clone is running around pretending to be me. She even acts like me. And she's so lazy! Why did I have to get the lazy clone? All the other ones at least had the common courtesy to try and kill you all before they moved in. Mine just comes down and has lunch. It would be ok if she took breakfast, I never wake up that early, but I have lunch down there sometimes, especially now that I'm trying to use all my meals. If she intends to just come and live here without even trying to kill me, were going to have to work out a system. I say she gets breakfast and late night, I get lunch and dinner. That's not exactly even, but she is the one who moved in on me, after all. And mumbling whe she sees Angie is ok, but if she sees Adam, she's got to throw something at him. My magical olive branch is holding up the fairy on the Christmas tree in the lounge right now, so that doesn't work, but she ought to at least try, you know what I mean?
By the way, Mawickett. Forget about the last mission, we have more important things to think about. Our hall is doing secret santas, and, of course, Clone of Girlsauce drew Adam. She has some very good ninja skills. I did not do the secret santa thing, so we are working on him together. We are very proud by the way, because when Angie found out she said she was hoping we would get him. Doesn't that just make you feel warm and fuzzy inside? That's how you know that your death threats are making the world a better place. Anyway, ten dolla or less by Sunday. What do we get him?
P.S. To the person who stole our fuzzy purple whiteboard: You forgot the fuzzy purple magnets that went with it. I know, one of them is kinda dirty cause we use it as an eraser, but they are a set. Our room number is 513, if you do not remember. We would apreciate it if you picked them up before the break. Thank you.
Recently, Angie said to Pocket, she and Adam came and talked to me during lunch, but all I did was mumble back. They were afraid they scared me. While I am sure they were quite scary, I am also almost positive this never happened. I do not remember any time both of them talked to me during any meal, much less recently. So, you see, my dream earlier was most certainly a premonition. My clone is running around pretending to be me. She even acts like me. And she's so lazy! Why did I have to get the lazy clone? All the other ones at least had the common courtesy to try and kill you all before they moved in. Mine just comes down and has lunch. It would be ok if she took breakfast, I never wake up that early, but I have lunch down there sometimes, especially now that I'm trying to use all my meals. If she intends to just come and live here without even trying to kill me, were going to have to work out a system. I say she gets breakfast and late night, I get lunch and dinner. That's not exactly even, but she is the one who moved in on me, after all. And mumbling whe she sees Angie is ok, but if she sees Adam, she's got to throw something at him. My magical olive branch is holding up the fairy on the Christmas tree in the lounge right now, so that doesn't work, but she ought to at least try, you know what I mean?
By the way, Mawickett. Forget about the last mission, we have more important things to think about. Our hall is doing secret santas, and, of course, Clone of Girlsauce drew Adam. She has some very good ninja skills. I did not do the secret santa thing, so we are working on him together. We are very proud by the way, because when Angie found out she said she was hoping we would get him. Doesn't that just make you feel warm and fuzzy inside? That's how you know that your death threats are making the world a better place. Anyway, ten dolla or less by Sunday. What do we get him?
P.S. To the person who stole our fuzzy purple whiteboard: You forgot the fuzzy purple magnets that went with it. I know, one of them is kinda dirty cause we use it as an eraser, but they are a set. Our room number is 513, if you do not remember. We would apreciate it if you picked them up before the break. Thank you.