I could read almost all of the Japanese! Hehe, maybe I could have gotten it all if I had anything approaching a normal attention span. Darn gnat genes! I should probably work on that. It wouldn't do well to give up while in Japan. Maybe not such a happy situation.

Creep creep creep. This yellow wallpaper sure is sticky. I must be oppressed. If I wasn't, the wallpaper would be easy to walk through. I think. Or would it be green wallpaper. The color must be important. Note to self: remember not to get yellow wallpaper in the future. Do you think she just had a horrible interior decorating experience once and wrote the story as a catharsis? That's what apparently happened to Chaucer you know. Haven't you ever seen A Knights Tale? Come on!

Lights!!!!! Cold.

What do these other darn stories mean? Oh yeah, I can do some research about them too!

Do you think that when OBGYNs were kids, they were like, "When I grow up, I want to be a gynecologist!"? Or, if they didn't know the name for it, they would say, "I want to be a doctor for 'down there'"? And what do parents say when confronted with such interesting ideas?

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Why should I have to assess myself? It's difficult. But at least I finally went to see her. Maybe I will have a future eventually. Does this mean that some day I will be an adult? Ooooo, maybe it does. That'll be exciting. Now, am I extroverted or introverted? Which one do I want to be? Eek, I really am all of them, though I suppose that's what everyone says. I'm all like, you can't categorize me, I am an individually unique human being. Yeah right, isn't everybody. But I wonder if it changes the way you act to be labelled as something, or can it cause rebellion?

Mr. Play-it-safe was afraid to fly...And isn't it ironic, don't you think?

She's "suddenly over it." Why can't I do that?

I really really need to take some time off. Continuing like this has no purpose and may even end up making things worse, say if I blow up and kill a million people. That probably wouldn't be such a good thing, even beyond the fact that I'd go to jail for a million and one years and not graduate on time. Am I sort of doing it now? I think in a way, and I have to decide how much is enough, 'cause complete unattachment is probably beside the point.

Soooo frustrating. Is it me or not? Of course I feel like it's not me and my special circumstances, which are...??? But it may be, probably is. But there is stagnation all around. I don't think it's all me, there is too much. Japan will be good, as long as I don't fall into an English clique party. That dumb Fogle. He keeps hanging around and saying things in my head. Everything I say just implodes and there was no point in me saying it at all. How to just listen? Possible for me? Do I have some sort of defect in which I have to have others know what I think? Quiet is good. Quiet is good! Quiet is GOOD! Not to miss out on anything...what is there to miss out on?

Being far away from here will be a good thing.

Cliques may be a bad thing, but having several can be an escape. Why aren't we open to all peoples? There is something fun about inside jokes. Belonging.

Why is it that my writing has gotten a lot less complicated in the space of one summer? Hmmm, I wonder if it was the summer that did it. Maybe it was the dumb, completely random essays for Life and Death.

Does she really think that about me? That really hurts. And it's annoying. I'd like to think that they can see past my external, but I don't think they can. Then why...?

Ahhhhhh, why am I such a wimp? So good to talk to someone with some distance whom I trust. But not too much distance. I'm so confused, and I don't want to be. I should either take part or not. Ditto. Repeat? I shouldn't just do what I want when I want and not when I don't. Why is this such a big deal right now? Yeah distance.

Bow to Holy Jessica! Make that "holey." At least it's all over at once and I'll never have to get stuck for as long as I live!! Or a while at least. My arm feels like it weighs 1,000 pounds. How many kilos is that? Why doesn't the other one hurt. Just the tetanus hurts like heck. Ahh, pygmis! I would think the hepatitis would be worse, it seems like a heavier one because it's a 3-parter. I feel like Frankenstein with all my tape and band-aids.

Last night I read my own book for about 3 hours. It was kind of fun. But I skipped some activities and stuff to do it. I'm not sure about the book...it's entertaining obviously because I kept reading, but I'm not sure where it's going. It seems a little pointless. After the little homework strike, everything has really calmed down. I could have, and probably should have, worked on the essay for Monday, but I didn't. I had very little Japanese homework. Finished the reading in the afternoon. Cleaned the bathroom instead of homework. Relaxing in and physically strenuous sort of way.

Okay, that was scary. I hate these stupid things!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, so now I'm wondering if I didn't jump the gun a little bit. Or jump the fish? Anyway...Why is it Thursday the next time I've written? Yeah.

I took a break Tuesday night, went and saw a movie instead of writing a paper. Yeah, I know, I'm bad. But I was soooooo fed up with having homework all night long everynight. And then my professor was sick and the paper's not due until Monday now! Woohoo! It may just be my rationalization, but I take this as a message from the universe that it was okay. It's not like I do it every week, I haven't seen a movie in a long time. And then I finished last night's homework during the afternoon so I didn't have any pressing homework last night. So I cleaned the bathroom. Just when I was complaining and feeling like giving up, everything lightened. I think that's the way it should work. Not that I'm looking forward to when it all hits again or anything. And I should probably finish that essay...

Oh no!! I hope Connie will still come with me. The stupid visa thing!!!!!!!!!!! At least it will be easy for me because I'll just go as a student and not have to change while I'm there. But I need to bug them. Should that wait until I turn at least one thing in? I suppose...or Cassie! yea! Oh,,,,,I hope I hope I hope. And needs lots o' money! Alex seems open...every little bit helps.

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So, apparently I'm not very happy. When did that happen? When was the last time I was really happy? Who knows? So, what is the definition of happiness? Is it not being sad? 'Cause I don't think I'm sad, if that has anything to do with it. I guess it's just that I'm not happy.

I was saying that I'm tired all the time. But it's only when I'm doing stuff that I don't necessarily want to do. But then, that's all the time. That's all I do. That's not how it should be huh? So the question is, am I tired all the time, or am I just doing stuff that I don't really want to do all the time?

At pretty much every moment in my day I can figure out something to complain about. Is that normal? Well, if it is, it's not good. Is this what they mean by projection? When will I get to a place where that doesn't happen? Instead of focusing on what's going right, I of course had to figure out if something is wrong.

Yeah, maybe sleep will help. HA.

Is it time to rant and rave? I feel like it is. However, I wish there was just a keyboard connected to my head, because typing it all out is quite time-consuming. Wait, now I can only remember one thing to rant about. Darn it! Oh yeah, going to have to say "darn it" instead of the c-word that I have been using lately. You may all think that I am over prudish, but too bad for you.

So, I guess the question is, what is the purpose of college? The purpose of this school is to "create world peace blah blah blah" through education. I guess that would be the operative word: "education." Primarily through learning things are we going to make a difference in the world. It's not through club, committee, or other activities that we are going to change the world. If that was the case, there would be no point in being here. You can start a club anywhere you want. I guess the thing about here is that there are a lot of people to join your club. But education, and not just of other people, is the most important thing. People are always saying that education is the most important thing, but they always mean other people. It seems like they feel that they are alreayd educated enough and now it's time to spread that to the rest of the world. Then what are you doing here? Go OUT there and educate people. You can't do it while taking classes at the same time, or at least, not as well.

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Ahhh, that's nice, all minty fresh. (Without the mint of course)

So you may be asking yourself, "Self, what the heck is she talking about?" And I think that is a perfectly reasonable question. As such, I just may deign to answer it. Throughout the whole foreign language thing, Japanese has had the lightest homework load of all the classes. But, just recently, we had a rash of high homework nights. We have three or four homework pages and then a skit or essay due on top of that everyday, and then we have quizzes every day as well. And yeah, that's a lot of work. But considering that I have problems saying the simplest things and that I'm going to Japan in a couple months, this may just help to get me to the level that I really should be at. And yeah, I have been complaining just as loud as everyone else, but I usually don't start it until 10:00 the night before it's due, so there's not a lot of itme management going on here. People were saying that it's hard to get together in groups because of timing conflicts, hence the above conversation. Our first priority is not the club meeting, it's our class. Period. End of sentence. If you don't have enough time to do your homework because you are in too many clubs...uh, quit a couple of them maybe.

We are supposed to have homework for 2-3 times the amount of class we have. That's 1 1/2 times three...uhhh, 4 1/2 hours of class a week. Times two and there is a minimum of 9 hours of homework a week. I think that we've got it. So don't complain, we could have 13 1/2 hours a week.

Okay yeah, gotta go eat lunch and talk some Japonais.

AHHHHHHHH!!! Why can I not focus on my work!! According to the Wellness lady, that's a sign of stress. The only stupid thing is that it's what's causing the stress as well. I can't get away from it. I feel like I've been in school forever but we're only in the third week, or something like that. Of course, even now I should be writing my essay, or working on my nihongo homework. Isn't it funny that it looks weird written in romaji. Interestanteeeeeeeeeeeee.

Talking about stress has totally made me more stressed! It's like the abnormal pysch thing. Of course I'm going to see myself as stressed when we talk about it. And now I'm stressed about being STRESSED. It's just cruel I tell you. There is no justice in the world. What as I doing here anyway? That really is the question. And sleeping in on the weekends doesn't help because I know I should be doing something worthwhile. I slept in this morning when I wasn't supposed to. And then I felt guilty that I wasn't doing work so all the rest that I supposedly got from the extra sleep was used up in the worrying and feeling bad.

Yeah, guess I should stop complaining about having so much homework and just do it. HA

What's with all the relaxation stuff lately? It's everywhere!! In class, in the elevator, on the internet. I think I'll develop an ulcer just to spite them. That'll show 'em....yeah

So, if I just write every night, even if I don't have something to say, hopefully I'll get into the habit of having something to say!

Excited! Planned early bird special today. But it's going to be a lot of money!! Need to make some o' the green stuff I suppose. That would be good. Wonder what the Bank is going to say about the matter? Oh well, as long as I write the email soon. But I am going, even if I just have to sit in the middle of the street and starve. 15 mintues huh? Well, that's the way it is. All the good stuff happens and all the other stuff just waits to happen. That's the way the cookie crumbles. And just when I was thinking my cookie was one solid mass, it poofs into dust. It's kind of a scary feeling though. And now I have to wait long long periods of time. Yea!!

Too bad I won't be able to participate in the "en Feb" celebrations though. That might have been some fun. But this will be definitely useful to be included in the funness.

Okay, time to go to bed when I don't even care that I am massacring the English language.

Hi,

How are you doing? Blah blah blah.

Could you do this for me?

Thanks,

Jessica

Sooooo, I just talked to WuLa about all sorts of things ranging from the newspaper to my religious crisis. Why is it that I always feel really stupid after talking to her? It does get me thinking about what I say. And then she questioned one of the things I said a couple days ago and I have to clarify. I think I should really start thinking things out before I say them. But then, I think I am one of those people who think things out verbally. But at the same time, a lot of times, my mouth stutters because it can't go as fast as my head. Does that mean that I do think things out in my head. Because, by the time I actually get out what I was trying to say, it often is different than the original was going to be. Hmmmmm Does that mean that my internal thoughts, the ones that aren't being formed into words, are not complete or concrete? Or does that mean that I don't think in words? But then, most of the time I'm thinking about stuff, it's in an imaginary conversation. Sometimes the conversant person is a real person and it even has a setting. Is this normal? That's why a blog can work for me, because I can pretend like people are actually going to read this when I know that everyone has given up looking for it. This could be a good thing. What's the point of posting it on the internet? There has always been this random oxymoronic aspect to the whole blog thing.

So now I'm all contemplatey. Is that the same as depressed? It's similar on the outside.

How can I be honest enough to do me any good when I know, or think that possibly, other people are going to read what I write? I guess then it's just a way of keeping in touch with people. La la la.

Keeping in touch with people has always been hard for me. I think that I don't know if people want to keep in touch with me. Do they value my friendship? And so, if they do, wouldn't they get a hold of me. Though I suppose they are in the same circumstances as me. I'm shy. Why do people laugh when I say that? So sad. I am shy, and I just over do it the other way. Man.

Looking at blog. Must change it. It's boring. Uyen's is all pretty and fancy. She definitely got ahead of me in the whole internet page layout thingy......... I just want someone to teach me what I want to know. The darn books and sites are hard to understand.

I'm a morbid morbid person. Is it cheating to reread the blogs and comment on them. I guess I'll just make up for lost time and write billions and billions of words. That's all they are, words. There's no inherent value in any of it.

Hey now, what's this. I'm away for just a little while (relatively) and everything changes on me. What is this change thing? I hate change and attempt to hide from it as much as possible.

I was never in the photolab! What is this? Isn't there some law against taking pictures of people when they don't know it? I think there should be. Am I going to have to become a politician so I can get this passed?

Oh no!! That was weird! I couldn't find my blog until I published again. I guess that's what happens when you're away.

Haunted House, haunted house on the brain. I want to be really really scary! I hope they take my ideas

So...I was supposed to start this thing up again now that summer is here. Yeah, so? Don't look at me like that!

Here I am, I just passed the week mark, and I haven't started yet. And do I feel like starting? Not particularly. And has anything happened? Ditto. Yup, life is...you fill in the blank.

Gotta jet.

(Well, not really, but I don't feel like doing anything more...)

(Maybe I'll go write in the one that no one gets to see. Ha, how do you like that?)

Ahh, what happened? Where'd I go? I'll get back to you on that. Don't you hate when the computer eats it? That's what I get for being away for so long. Okay...concentrate, don't push the wrong button!

Ahhhh, don't think I'm neglecting you!! It's just the finals.

I wonder why I don't want to study. Well, I know why I don't want to study, but why don't I just? Not a good time to loss all of my self control. Study darn you!

Introspecting is so weird. Is it useful?? Or is it just depressing? I see how it is possible for someone to just withdraw into themselves and never come out to see the sun. A lot of times it seems like the smart choice. It's either that or overcoming my fear of confrontation. Funny, in my head I fight well, I always have a comeback and they don't. I've built it up so that I can't do it in real life.

So what's going to happen afterward when we all go off into our corners of the world. I didn't think there could be so many corners, but each of us has our own, and that's more than four corners. Corners can never come together. Is that when I will become even more withdrawn than I think I am now? I just want to sit in a pretty place and be noticed by the people that I want, but I want everyone else to ignore me. When people get into groups, it gets, scary and I don't like it.

There are too many people in the world for my taste. I get so frustrated, but I can't do anything about it. Will it ever get better? The population is growing at an unprecedented rate.

What is to become of me? What do I want to become of me? Won't you decide for me? Then I can blame you if something goes wrong.

I want to wear pretty clothes in a pretty place and only have pretty and happy thoughts, is that so much to ask. And yes, I still am that greedy, I am a product of my society. I have been socialized, and someone the media or whoever, did a pretty good job.

But I'm not a perfect nameless, that's where they went wrong. It would be easier to be a perfect nameless.

So, this whole schism thingy...so bad! But do I want to stop it?? Sometimes I don't even say "hi" to them. And I agree with Koichi most of the time. What is the Soka world coming to? What if I can't stand the third class either??? It can't continue like this, each class living in its own little world.

Eeeek, cleaned the bathroom when I should have been studying for some test or other. Gonna die, gonna die. I need good grades. I have been so worried about what grades I'm going to get. That's so bad, I should be worrying about whether the class was worth it and what I'm going to be taking next term, not to mention what I'm going to be doing with the rest of my life. But no, I'm worried about what grades I'm going to get. But does that motivate me to study?? Almost.

Swimming and Bio are over...why doesn't it feel like it? Those were some good cookies! Yummy, Yumi??? Mango...mmmmm! A week and a half, and then it's all over!! But they are going to be one tough week and a half!

Wednesday: Hump Day. What's the Hump Day Quiz Question. What is the motto of the US? Hmm, must run, gotta win the prize.
What else do we do on Hump Day? Look forward to the descent of the week. Almost the weekend. But that means it's almost Monday again. But Monday was only two days ago. Well, life is a circle, we eat and then we feed, that is the meaning of life, all this other stuff is just frills. Homework, turn it in, get more, or even better, homework, more homework, turn some in, get some more, turn in nothing.
Ack, heart attack. Would be a nice change of pace wouldn't it. Dying doesn't hurt, just those around you hurt. Selfish beings that we are. If death hurts, then why do we cause it so much. Who thinks about that cow's poor mother greiving, oh well, the mom cow probably got ground up last week.

I find myself in that same darned world again, where everything is as I see it.
The colors are a little different, but the shapes are the same, it is as I never left.
It's not about me at all, just my reactions, but it is me and only me.
I hate this place.
I want to dream so I can pretent it doesn't exist.
I hate finals.
It does exist, it is where I am, I can't hide.