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.

Today is December 6th, and there is not a cloud in the sky. Yesterday we estimated the temperature to be in the upper 60s or lower 70s. What is wrong with this picture. Anybody? Yes, sir, you in the yellow jacket. By the way, where in the heck did you find a yellow jacket, aren't those a little conspicuous?? Just think, they've been used to portray people as suspicious and such, remember Tuck Everlasting? I think you should think about those things the next time you are out shopping.

Already off the a bad start, paper is due on Tuesday and I'm nowhere near completion. Why is this so hard? It's not. I should read some more I guess, but that's all I've been doing, how am I supposed to write when all I do is read. As long as I make a case for myself, it doesn't matter what I write about. It's not like it's an exact science or anything. Argh. Great, now I sound like a cat.

Never going to be able to play tennis again...

Going to sing today.

I hate the way my profile looks. I hate looking at myself from the side. It's so weird and not at all atractive. The look on my face is so sullen, and there is too much roundness of everything. Is that natural?? I don't know. Do I look normal from the side, or am I the only one who looks like an alien? So many questions! Person body image is such a horrible thing in a society driven by the media. Of course all the people in the media and movies and such are perfect. Even the fact that we call them perfect is such a horirble thing. They are not perfect, most of them don't eat anything to maintain that low percentage of body fat. Before television, they would have been considered the freaks, because that is what they are, they are freaks of natural, and now that is what all women, and men, aspire to. It's just wrong.

Never watching tv again.

If I was born 100 years ago, I would have died at age seven, if not sooner.

I have nothing to say.

Ohhh, I had a scary scary dream last night with bugs that wouldn't go away!! Sheldon had the Plague, which appeared to be bugs crawling all over you in my dream, and he kept insisting that it wasn't contageous, so he was giving us bread for some reason. And then the entire house, because we were all in a house, was infested with the Plague bugs, which looked pretty much like fleas except that they didn't jump, thank goodness! And every time you touched something, they would get on you, and sometimes they would bite you. And the people who were infested wouldn't stop walking around and touching things, Cassie. Ohh, it was an ichy dream!

Well, Ken is just to have to accept our rough draft, if not, ummmm.

I still feel like I have bugs crawling on me

So sleepy. Knocked my alarm onto the floor again.

Sociology better be easy today.

Music is evil.

The reprieve is over, back to the drawing board. I'm not quite sure why we feel like the weekend is a break, I tend to do more homework on the weekend than I do in real, weekly life! The time consuming part of the week is the actual classes themselves, not the homework...maybe. I'm probably baised because of my stupid schedule. Oh my gosh this week is going to suck. I must do much homework!!! And I actually have to do it. Plus all the practicing that is going on because someone made the concert too soon. It's just not realistic. No, schoolwork comes first, and I don't consider music schoolwork. What am I going to do??? Not go to sleep at 10 anymore, that's what. Must find VCR.

Tummy hurts.

Don't want to get dressed.

Happy new room!

Procrastination good.

Want a house to decorate.

Never need a pronoun again!!!!

Hehe, I changed my room around! Well, I directed the changing of my room around. Boys are much stronger than girls and you have to use each person's strength to the best advantage of the whole. Therefore, I used my directing skills and they used their muscles. Not quite done yet, but can see the finish line!! Interesting. Now just gotta get people to come over and see it, well, when it finally is done.

Now I have to focus on homework today. How are we supposed to submit a rough draft when Sammi can't work today?? How the heck to you submit a rough draft of a movie anyway. I've been focusing on the big homework this weekend, I also forgot about the littler stuff, like Japanese homework. Well, isn't that what Monday mornings are for?? Am I going to have to start making lists again? They take up so much paper!! Well, I guess, not when you're using a 3 by 3 inch square, but still, it's the principle!!

I hate the internet, some people say you can find anything, but I haven't been able to find anything that I've been looking for. One of them is even legal!! I think it was invented to throw people like me off the deep end! How did people do reports before there was the internet?

Where the heck am I going to put all the posters?

Brighten my day!