Joey can now play the bass from “Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick.”
Umi is dancing furiously to the song as I type this. He smells like celery today.
Bartending school is pretty neat.
Revisited DDRFreak.com to peruse the step charts (“I was feeling nostalgic” is the excuse). Remember that time Clark Kent was awesome at My Summer Love?
And I’m full of contempt.
My thoughts on family:
-Joey is a freaking douche.
-As long as he wants to smoke pot and jack off all day with certain boys all the time, I want nothing to do with him.
My thoughts on school:
-The head of the Japanese department would do well to realize that she only has a Japanese surname because she married a Japanese man. She’s actually Australian, and having a superiority complex won’t make her younger, or prettier.
-I’m convinced that no matter which Japanese class I am in, it will be majorly filled with people who love anime, even if they tell me they don’t “really” watch anime.
-If Sweden mass produced cartoons and had a subculture that enjoyed wearing costumes for no reason, I think these people would want to speak Swedish instead.
My thoughts on those last few thoughts:
-It’s okay to like cartoons, as long as you can do productive things, too. Having a job, for instance.
-It’s NOT okay, however, to spend all the money you make on toys.
-Watching cartoons, dressing like a porcelain doll, and having tea parties is something five-year-olds can do.
-I wonder, in strict societies like Japan, if having such a strenuous childhood can cause you to act childish when you’re older in order to compensate for lost playtime.
-Michael Jackson?
-If you’re going to end up like Michael Jackson, at least be able to sing and dance like a badass.
-Fsck this, I’m taking Portuguese next semester. Or something.
My thoughts on work:
-Macy’s is still cold and lonely.
-Monday, I’m starting bar tending classes (apparently “bartending” isn’t a word).
-Friends on Facebook gave more feedback when “I’m going bartending (…thwart you, spell check) school” appeared in my status, than they did on my birthday.
-Apparently Facebook is less about staying in touch than it is about knowing when and where there might be alcohol.
Happy November, everyone.
