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| Well, I'm back in Japan.
What an intense 12 day break.
I should tell you, that my body is the betrayer. It knows just when to work its weirding ways. Seconds after I arrived at my parents home, after traveling for the better part of a day, I felt kinda dizzy. Not to hard to believe what with the whole insanely tired thing, so I decided to go to sleep.
Then I had a fever for 5 days.
Good story right? I wish I could have ended it with, "and then I found 10 dollars". But I didn't. Besides American money kinda weirds me out now. All small and green.
Awkward segue! (Yes, I did capture a Goomba. They roam in the wild here.)
You know that footprint thing that can tell you who has been watching your xanga, and from where? Its always nice to know someone cares, but only if they're logged in. Some entity from Belgium has been looking at me pretty hard for a few weeks now. I don't know anyone from Belgium. Really though, does anyone know anyone from Belgium?
(And when we google "does anyone know anyone from Belgium?", we get images like this)
Ok, well, jet lag ensures that I'm up at the crack of pre-dawn. So I'm gonna get some things done today.
What things you ask?
T-h-i-n-g-s! | | |
| My word, I am so terribly sorry. Its been nearly 2 years!
Look at me, with my fancy big boy job, and my grown-up tie wearing self. Oh Xanga, look what Japan and work have done to me. I call down a pox on both their houses!
What happened to that carefree juvenile delinquent that once graced the interwebs?
Anywho, I don't even know if anyone is still watching us.
So this might just be a self-gratifying exercise in blogging futility.
(Oh and I did a google image search for "self-gratifying exercise in blogging futility", and I just thought you should know what that looks like)
Well, either way, perhaps I'm back.
Probably not to stay, but still.
Thats something, right? | | |
| Well, well, well, if it isn't Xanga.
How're you doing my old friend?
Yeah, I'd say its been a month or two hasn' t it?
Well, not really, I have been kind of busy...but..
NO! I don't hate you!
Thats just hurtful, why would you....wait...PUT THAT DOWN, XANGA NO!!
Xanga?!
*quiet sobbing*
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Hey Everyone, I was thinking today that if I didn't update my xanga, that it would probably try and hurt itself.
Johnny Five is alive as it were.
Updatesville:
- I got a belt buckle at a flea market on the way to Columbus the other day. It was right next the the incredibly racist kitchen memorabilia. I'm not kidding.
(Ex 1: Seriously, it was way worse than this)
- We found an apartment in town! I had been bumming around as a delicious looking homeless man (beard and all) for a few days. But I shaved before I went in to sign the application, would you rent to this guy?:
(Ex 2: No one would rent to this man, and odds are he got paid to do this)
So this is a brief but delicious update, because Saw Dust reminded me, that I had made this one and never completed it at the start of the week.
Huzzah!
House Warming Party on Wednesday or Friday. Be there or be SQUARE! E-mail or facebook message to follow. | | |
| Hey, I'm leaving on Thursday afternoon, I just thought you should know.
Happy Finals and Merry Summer. | | |
| I'm doing something different for lent.
Fact: More and more strangers are starting to find out about it.
Fact: Strangers who learn that I'm not talking are really starting to bust my chops.
Here is a story to emphasize my point:
Some girl from my consumer finance class, we'll call her Crazy Train, started screaming after she "heard" me say thank you. Thats right, in the middle of a crowded office (where people do actual work), she interrupted everyone and started telling me (and the office) how I just said thank you. Not even with the preface of the vow of silence, and as a result no one knew what she was talking about. So, Crazy Train did indeed look like a crazy person.
Fact:
I didn't say thank you, but I totally mouthed it. I think she combined that with my breathing and assumed I was using the whole of my voice. Yikes. I guess I'll have to stop mouthing words.
Here is how its going to work:
I'm NOT talking for Lent. I see it as an offering not a sacrifice. I mean, Jesus retreated into the wilderness for 40 days, and he overcame all of the temptations (lust of the flesh, lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, etc.) that he was faced with, right? Did it help his ministry? I think so.
Here it is:
I have to participate in class, I have other obligations that require words, and most of all I have to use my discretion during Lent.
Its between me and God.
So please, negative people, mind your own business.
Thanks. | | |
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