Corckroaches are tough.

One time, I found a smashed cockroach in a pile of my notebooks. The cockroahed had become about 1mm thin and it looked completely flat. Because I had to use that notebook to study for the exam the next day, I tried to scrape the bug off with my ruler. That ruler somehow stabed between the back and stomach and I almost screamed because the cockroach moved its legs….. At that time, i didn’t know how cockroaches are structured, so I felt like I could feel its pain.

After an hour or so, I scraped the whole body off and put an angel sticker on the stain. I still feel bad for the poor cockroach…

I wrote a long blog today. I erased it because nobody laughed for 10 hours after I posted it. I was nervous when I posted it and I got more and more nervous as the time went by, so I erased it. Yeah, it was a funny blog but maybe nobody had my kind of humor to understand it.. The level of my humor is pretty hight, as you all know.

Anybody who can pronounce ear and year correctly deserves my green tea milk shake. That is just so cool. One time, I asked my friend if he wanted to see my yearbook and he kept saying “what? what book?” Then, I figured that I was saying “earbook” louder and louder each time I repeated it. He thought that I had a book of the ears of 120 japanese catholic schoolgirls.

I can’t believe that so many people get so excited when they hear a word “japanese girls” or “catholic schoolgirls”. People who know me should realize that it’s really not that exciting.
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My stomach’s crying. I probably ate too much but I feel like a baby’s kicking the wall of my stomach.
Stomachach reminds me of Moby Dick. I read a horrible translation of that book several years ago. I felt challenged by the length and flatness of the story, so I was determined to finish reading it. Right around chapter 40 or so, I found out that the most exciting part was described only in one chapter! Other parts had soooo much detail about very very subtle things…
Sometimes, it’s better not to take the challenges…

If I were full moon phobic, I’ll fly on an airplane across the world on a full moon day , so that the moon won’t change me into a carrot or something like that. I wonder if that would really work…