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This journal post is entitled: Everything’s an adventure with ALCOHOL!
I bought alcohol! I bought it, out in the open, in a convenience store. I was in a disguise of not wearing my school uniform and acting tough, and I pushed that fifth of gin across the counter and they accepted my money! Hurrah. So I biked with my alcohol to an orange orchard and read my mail and ate illicit oranges and sucked it down like a guzzling guzzler. And some old obaachans talked to me about dogs, and my mom sent me cough syrup in the mail. So I drank some of that too because I was/am getting a cough. And then when I had finished my little soiree I hopped back on my bike and plugged in some music and tried to find my way home but I couldn’t and I got horribly, horribly lost. So I listened to the strokes and biked for like, 20 minutes in random directions, and then I asked some schoolgirls where to go, and they pointed me in the direction of a huge hill. So I plodded up that hill and then whirred down the other side and then biked in the increasingly dark and unsteady twilight for a long time, then I asked a schoolboy where to go, because boys are smarter than girls and he gave some hand gestures and words and I followed the hand gestures and biked for a while and got unlost and that was just amazing. And so I swerved around until I found my house and told okaaasan my story about being lost (sans the alcohol, of course. That is a story that can only be told to the elite few who can’t kick me out of Japan. Or you know, the whole damn internet too.) with sweeping hand gestures and made her giggle in her nervous little way, then I bounced back to my dear little room and here I am.
And that’s my remedy to the horrible boredom of school.
Got your letter, jay e. Jamison. You’re super hot in a disfigured kind of way, on your business card. You look kind of like you have down’s syndrome or something.
School was unremarkable, I finished my college apps almost and I’m going to send them in tomorrow, finished a calculus assignment with complete disregard as to the Correct Answers. Got a bit freaked out, but I don’t remember the details of school very often.
Shit, but that orchard was beautiful. And the fields, biking through the fields at dusk is the most beautiful thing you could ever imagine.
And the sky! Dear me.
Yeah, I’m still drunkish a little but it doesn’t matter because I never get incoherent. I’m way too cool for that.
And that is all.
I bought alcohol! I bought it, out in the open, in a convenience store. I was in a disguise of not wearing my school uniform and acting tough, and I pushed that fifth of gin across the counter and they accepted my money! Hurrah. So I biked with my alcohol to an orange orchard and read my mail and ate illicit oranges and sucked it down like a guzzling guzzler. And some old obaachans talked to me about dogs, and my mom sent me cough syrup in the mail. So I drank some of that too because I was/am getting a cough. And then when I had finished my little soiree I hopped back on my bike and plugged in some music and tried to find my way home but I couldn’t and I got horribly, horribly lost. So I listened to the strokes and biked for like, 20 minutes in random directions, and then I asked some schoolgirls where to go, and they pointed me in the direction of a huge hill. So I plodded up that hill and then whirred down the other side and then biked in the increasingly dark and unsteady twilight for a long time, then I asked a schoolboy where to go, because boys are smarter than girls and he gave some hand gestures and words and I followed the hand gestures and biked for a while and got unlost and that was just amazing. And so I swerved around until I found my house and told okaaasan my story about being lost (sans the alcohol, of course. That is a story that can only be told to the elite few who can’t kick me out of Japan. Or you know, the whole damn internet too.) with sweeping hand gestures and made her giggle in her nervous little way, then I bounced back to my dear little room and here I am.
And that’s my remedy to the horrible boredom of school.
Got your letter, jay e. Jamison. You’re super hot in a disfigured kind of way, on your business card. You look kind of like you have down’s syndrome or something.
School was unremarkable, I finished my college apps almost and I’m going to send them in tomorrow, finished a calculus assignment with complete disregard as to the Correct Answers. Got a bit freaked out, but I don’t remember the details of school very often.
Shit, but that orchard was beautiful. And the fields, biking through the fields at dusk is the most beautiful thing you could ever imagine.
And the sky! Dear me.
Yeah, I’m still drunkish a little but it doesn’t matter because I never get incoherent. I’m way too cool for that.
And that is all.