kill the messenger, i swear it's not me
"How do you know so much Japanese already?" asks the one classmate who surprises me every time he speaks with Kumagai-sensei.
I thought to myself, I do? Since when?
I am not particularly fabulous when speaking in class, but I was delighted just the same.
I have a feeling Kumagai-sensei is going to get on my case soon about my increasing habit of turning in a third of my homework. Oops.
I wish coffee worked instantly. I was still falling asleep on the way to school, even though I downed a cup in about a minute.
I can't stay angry at Robin, even though he's snappy and never tells me exactly what he wants me to do. This morning, I wasted so much paper trying to copy pages out of book per his impossible (Yolanda and I tried) instructions.
My two-pager for ARLT came out amazing.
I hate midterms!
I like talking on the phone for two hours with my brother.