It’s called taking a half-hour nap, so don’t question my disheveled look. Why do I always feel I am to blame? And I’m currently blushing at the thought of someone potentially staring at me. Potentially. Maybe I’m just a wishful thinker with nothing better to do. The “potentially” makes me feel uncomfortable walking into class.
Oh, hey. Valerie called me today. We haven’t exchanged words in about a year because she’s in the army. It keeps her occupied.
Note to self: readership. How can I reduce comment anxiety? *emo face*
Dramarama. My Japanese class and I watched the first half hour of Water Boys, the movie, today. Over the course of the next two days we’ll be watching the rest of it. Two more days of class. Then oral interview. Then final. Kanji is my biggest issue, but I’m confident I’ll pull through OK.
There’s a sense of panic rising within me. I’m scared. And there’s nothing I can do. Walk the road most traveled with me. Walk the straight and narrow path with me. Forget it, let’s tread the waters. (I wonder if anyone realizes the brilliance of this paragraph lmao… Oh, allegory.)
Confessions of a justified sinner? Crime and punishment.
Quale è il mio peccato?