You know you've been in Japan too long when Miyazaki movies begin to make some kind of visual sense. For example, the "oh, hey, I almost ran over that same hunched over old woman on my way to school the other day. I didn't know she could fly!" reaction.
Bizarre.
One. More. Paper. I always hate the last one. It's a ten pager and it's due sometime today, and there's karaoke to be had tonight. My peoples are leaving. They're going home. I'll miss them. The traitors.
I find my mind wandering more and more to home matters. I have an apartment to decorate. I need a bed and a desk. And throw pillows. My god, I get to buy throw pillows.
And then there's the matter of work. Let's face it Sally, my boss at the archive, rocks. She sent me an email yesterday that gave me warm fuzzies, and not just because it informed me I have a raise waiting for the fall. She's a cool lady/Unitarian/Celtic band drummer. I really wasn't (HA!) going to work my senior year. It'll be a busy one. Alliance may have to go under the hatchet. I've a thesis to write, by George!
And that brings me back to papers doesn't it? Frack.
I make it a point to change lifetimes at least twice a week. Read the archives at your own risk.
Who, Me?
- Bess
- Indianapolis, Indiana, United States
- Senior anthropology and history major at Butler University. Current property of my honors thesis.
3 comments:
Um, pardon my slight tone of snarkiness, but does it not always return to something paper-related? It's about time that we all change our middle names to "I have a paper to write..." Yes?
Ha... touche. This coming semester especially. Oi. They may be carrying me out of Butler on a stretcher come December.
Oh, and I thought I should mention, because it tickles me: my entire blogger interface is in Japanese here, and there's no way for me to change it. It's been kind of a pain. But! It adds "san" after both our names and that makes up for it.
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