I am posting again! Possible due to having an enjoyable Christmas break, here I find myself again on LJ. Ironically, I've heard much more about MySpace than I'd like to at school- everyone in the world is on it (if they are "cool"), and I remember feeling similarily about Live Journal, even though it's a geeky thing too. Oh well, at least I'm back!
Ahhh.... my email shall henceforth and always be (And has been) Frogsintherain@hotmail.com ANYONE who wants to talk to me (Joe-SAMA I've missed you!!!) PLEASE EMAIL ME!!! I don't visit Livejournal nearly as often as I'd like, as there are few responses, and the site is so freaking sloooooowwwwwwww... nowadays.
However, here's an update; I am starting an anime club on campus (our forming meeting is tomorrow, the 30th), writing the constitution and everything. I am so excited! Also, I have a meeting with a kind lady who co-owns an art gallery downtown, and if all goes well (PRAYIE), I may be able to sell my art through her. I plan on taking Begin Jap II, and some of those basic, stupido classes that we all must force on ourselves next semester, and I believe that is the current jist of my life. I WANT A REAL JOB!! (but my Leprechaun friend just whispered to me that they don't exist)
ANYWAY I love you, my friends, forgive my negligence! Onegai! And Joe-whom-I-would-call, please send me your phone #!
So, Japanese class is fun and all, if you can understand the teacher, get past Western campus' Paul-the-kiss-ass-student, and negotiate a kanji dictionary based loosely on sensei Kalyan's a-chiken-wishes-he-could-write-like-this hand scribble. I know I took this class to become more literate with the language, but one must consider the facts and diffuiculties that lie in the way of one getting there. First, we are in a small, hospital-colored room that gets lost somewhere between the gym and and aerobics class, and some guy we never see that plays a mean bongo drum... all over our soundwaves. Second, we are participating in class via a closed-circut connection to the Western campus... a class of yuppies who can all afford their books and hear every syllable that Sensei whispers in the wind of their large, large room. Third, sensei shoul've been Mexican, or French. 'Cause the Indian accent... the lack of understanding English in general... does nothing for my sense of comprehension. That, and there's the irritating way he says 'Go to letter "B"', 'What do you mean you are not following me when it is right there in front of you? Did you not hear the page number? It is 953... oh wait, not that page'... P A U L interjects: 'Here it is Sensei, I can read it' Sensei says 'Ah yes, thank you Paul (kissie kissie) Fourth, there are any number of problems and all of them have happened so far. Even that one where the screen goes blank and we are steeped into a cloudy confusion only to realize that is Sensei no baka moved the mouse, the monitor would gladly turn right back on. S I G H. Poor, misunderstood Kalyan sensei.
Greetins from the most least updated page and Lisa callin from school work and the hood Whats with the lack of punctuation Who cares Doesnt it distract from the things Im saying though It makes it hard to take me seriously ne Thats what i was going for Actually I just wanted to stand out a little bit red flag you mind as I havent been onlineally available in over three months I think oOOoOOOOOoOoO Youre so lucky Im giving you CAPPS I tell you what
Sooooooooo... here I am at work again... I'm probably the only person online here right now, (big yeah reight, eh Foxx?)... hurrah for Big Machines! mWheeeeeeeee.... The concept is cool, actually. We cart a bunch of giant Cat machines over to our lawn and let kids play in them as an 'exhibit'. I wish I were a kid again. I'd spend all day on one of those golden destructive beasties. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Whatever. You know by now I'm only talking to hear myself speak. Hey, are we still up for the Project BAKA thing, groupies?
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