It all feels fine
This week's been pretty tough, but also rewarding. Probably because I've actually managed to finish all the work I'd set for myself for this week, and managed to do it well too. These include writing a japanese essay I got good marks on, and making a spectacle of myself at the colonialism class, but in a good way that left the professor rather speechless, but still able to say that I might want to carry on with the train of thought on my essay for the course. I also hopefully left an impression of sorts on another professor, but one whose opinion is less important for me. The professor, however, is pretty much the shining picture of what I myself am aspiring for, so I hold her opinion of me in pretty high regard.
At the class I cheated myself out of the group assignment I chatted up the lecturer in a petty and obvious gesture to piss off my former groupmembers. It must be Spring, since I'm totally putting the moves on her, a married woman no less.
Yet, I suppose the situation that was most noteworthy was talking with sensei, and making something of a spectacle of myself again at the japanese study group, where we try our very best to converse in japanese. Despite having studied the language for years, the idea of having to speak it in front of people still makes me choke and panic. Still, I ended up being one of the most vocal participants. It's pretty satisfying.
I'd like to write about something even remotely interesting, something that wasn't about my sense of accomplishment. But how exactly?
A classmate offered to lend me some doujinshi. It's het though, but I'm very much interested in seeing some het too. For some reason I haven't happened on very much of it. Then again, maybe he'll think I'm a prude and refrain from giving me anything racy. Remains to be seen.
I could even use some of the sex in my work. If the conventions in depicting sex acts are similar. Should I ask him if he has het doujinshi by women...
The cherries are in bloom. Not here, but somewhere. People will become something else, or they'll go crazy. It's like they already have too much baggage for me. How can I ever enjoy them when I have the chance.
At the class I cheated myself out of the group assignment I chatted up the lecturer in a petty and obvious gesture to piss off my former groupmembers. It must be Spring, since I'm totally putting the moves on her, a married woman no less.
Yet, I suppose the situation that was most noteworthy was talking with sensei, and making something of a spectacle of myself again at the japanese study group, where we try our very best to converse in japanese. Despite having studied the language for years, the idea of having to speak it in front of people still makes me choke and panic. Still, I ended up being one of the most vocal participants. It's pretty satisfying.
I'd like to write about something even remotely interesting, something that wasn't about my sense of accomplishment. But how exactly?
A classmate offered to lend me some doujinshi. It's het though, but I'm very much interested in seeing some het too. For some reason I haven't happened on very much of it. Then again, maybe he'll think I'm a prude and refrain from giving me anything racy. Remains to be seen.
I could even use some of the sex in my work. If the conventions in depicting sex acts are similar. Should I ask him if he has het doujinshi by women...
The cherries are in bloom. Not here, but somewhere. People will become something else, or they'll go crazy. It's like they already have too much baggage for me. How can I ever enjoy them when I have the chance.