I hate canned soup with a dented top. I should have chosen better ones.. without dent.. It’s such a pain trying to open it! I can smell this French onion yet I’m so far away from tasting it..

For a long time, I thought that airline staffs were saying “Beijing” when they were actually saying paging. I figured that out just a couple years ago but I still have one more thing that I don’t get. It sounds to me that the flight attendants are saying “for Eleanor” right after the airplanes arrive at the gates. Does anybody know what they are actually saying?

A tip of the day: When you toast mochi, do not set the toaster on fire like Mika did today.

I have a pair of pants that gives me stomachach whenever I wear them. I think the buttom presses some pressure point that stimulates my intestine. Maybe that’s why they were so cheap…

I took a patient to mental hospital with the ambulance crew today. When we got there, we were passing all the information to the nurses there and then, one of the nurses pointed at me and asked the other crew members, “and is this lady too?”

Maybe it’s because I dyed my hair super red.

My calf hurts. I had to wear a kimono and walk around like a chick all day on Saturday. I could only move 1/3 a step at a time. What a sexist dress! Plus people tied me around my waist and chest about twenty times. I felt like I was wearing a straight jacket.
Looking pretty is too hard..

Sigh.. I did two things that I hate to do this weekend. One: flying for a loooong time. Two: flushed the toilets in the airplanes.

I have so much more to say but i’ll save them all for tomorrow. Look forward to it.

it started snowing here. I’m excited. I wish they tasted like grapefruit. Icy grapefruit flakes are quite yummy.

During the choir rehearsal today, I found these two long wires with the mikes on the end that were hanging down from the ceiling int he concert hall. I very much wanted to jump up there and grab the wires, so that I can swing back and forth while the choir is singing Gloria or whatever.

I was that bored.

If the goal of life and everything is to become super efficient, being humans must be just the starting point of the reincarnation. Amoeba would be pretty close to getting out of this world because they live as a unicellular organism.
Yeah, it’s kinda depressing to think this way. My brain’s a bit constipated.

I played a triangle with a symphonic band yesterday. That was the most pathetic thing I’ve ever done this semester. You think it’s just a triangle, a triangle shaped metal instrument, right? It is. It’s just a triangle but my problem is that I never know where the band is playing, so basically, I had to improvise during the concert. The conductor was nice enough to cue at me but I played a measure after he cued every time, so yeah. That was pathetic.

A triangle is my enemy now. I feel like it’s saying “u r pathetic” every time I hit it and I get very frustrated. I will defeat it someday.

I saw a hedgehog today. It’s sooooooooo cute. It elevated my estrogen level almost too much. Ah..

my dinner was pathetic. 2 pieces of fried won ton and a bunch of chocolate chip cookies(wow, ccc!).. no veggies. I should plant some veggies in my room.

I’ve been wondering why putting naked statues in the middle of a park is ok but not the real people. Not like I wanna stand naked in a park but I think it’d be cool if somebody does that as a part of his/her art work. I like seeing artistic pictures of beautiful naked bodies (not porn porn). Yeah.

Yeah.

A short film idea:
A beautiful girl in an orangish dress gets robbed (i almost spelled it with “u”) by somebody. She shows the money on her hand and as the robber takes the money, more and more bills, which are somehow connected to one another, come out of her hand and her body starts shrinking and shrinking.. and when the whole body is gone, there is a piece of gold dust left on the ground.

Somebody got robbed near my school today…

Today, I used yeast in my lab. They reminded me of my favorite food, natto, and made me happy. Wonder why everyone was washing their hands throughout the lab period..

Buying alcohol for minors makes me feel a bit guilty but having a minor buying me alcohol makes me feel VERY pathetic. Yeah. I’m 21 and am too nervous to go into liquor stores myself. Because I don’t know much about alcohol brands and names, I’m gonna embarrash myself by pointing at some cute-looking drink without knowing it’s 99% alcohol or something. No matter how I act, I’m afraid that I’ll look suspicious…

When I see worms out in the street being overhydrated by rain, it makes me sad. I don’t like worms that much but still… it must be a hard life to have such a hydrophillic skin.

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…