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Monday, August 31st, 2009

over the past few days, you may have noticed that I haven’t really written anything on my blog. that is because you are too insistent and I am not consistent, so let’s all get over ourselves and deal with our shelves. not really, but you know what I mean. I was trying to be clever.

anyway, today is a secret. a bag and a down queen blanket lead to so many kernels of popcorn that it is both awkward and sad. why would you waste that much space? if we had bubble wrap, everything would probably just explode. but we don’t, we just have rubber bands and receipts. and fiberglass.

what’s up with fiberglass anyway? it is fibrous and scary. I find it disconcerting when I find an exposed wall and you can see fiberglass. what if you inhale that shit? does your lung-system get fibrous glass and if so, does it cut the shit up out of it? if so, that is not a good thing to realize.exe

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～お月様が中継局～

Monday, August 24th, 2009

dear diary,

today is the first day of classes, but I don’t have any classes today. I only have classes on tuesdays and thursdays.

but! I am still at school.
I gotta find out where my classes are and what my pants are doing.

…so far, however, I am not doing a very good job.

since it is the first day of classes, internet is pretty retarded. I mean that in a literal respect: the internet is so busy it is slow. so slow, in fact, that it is like retarded molasses. how upsetting is that?

it’s pretty upsetting. I keep trying to load my class schedule so that I may figure out and establish classes and their locations, but because of the molassesesque attitudes of the internet, I have to just sit. and wait. and wait. and try again. how banal, right?

but it’s okay. I’m listening to miracle moon.

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small parts and spare parts.

Saturday, August 22nd, 2009

there might be some good ones here and there, I guess. but what does that even mean anyway? I don’t really make sense. but perhaps it is a good thing as I sip on water.
pardon me, but I do believe that I know what it tastes like.

sometimes there are moments where I don’t know what to consider. what even matters? is it the logic? the reason? or perhaps the beginning of secrets and curiosity. I’m just misunderstood.

promises, promises…
not much left to do, eh? no worries, at least windows can be seen through. and mirrors reflect!

remember mulan?

man.

that movie was pretty sweet. I liked the song in it that was all like “when will my reflection show” something something… it was a good one. there was a time when I had a eurobeat version of the song, but it wasn’t very good.

what to say now? hm. probably a lot of things. like my bed has a strange pattern. or that my fan is terrible and it makes stranger noises. but I think these things are all just observations, and I mean, sure, observations and cool and stuff, but they are kinda not interesting unless you’re like into science or something.

school starts soon. did you know? well now you do.
bum da dum da
I guess it’s not a big deal, since I’m kinda looking forward to school.
but that is just me.
and you are just you.
and people are just people—and that’s okay.

I’m not worried〜＊