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| Current music: | Heater pawaaaaa! |
A thousand words
Is that you, Jerry? Nooo. Is he your future? Possibly.
I love this photo. I found it last month when I was looking up mountains of all things. I don't know you, Dr. Tateyama, but you remind me of Jerry, and I bless you for it. You make me smile.
Here's a picture of Assata from her school Christmas pictures. I'm told that she resembles me.
So...The semester is at a close. Tomorrow's the last day before winter break. I am looking forward to sitting on my tuffet and sleeping. I wanted to play games all holiday long, but I promised my host brother that I wouldn't do anything to jeapordize his mother's sanity this month before his college entrance exams. She's going a bit ballistic with Kazuma's relaxed stance on studying. They're reading graphs and charts in his English class and answering questions from passages. Even I would lose focus with crap like that. Don't know about his other classes, but if he struggles in English, no one in the house will probably forgive him. I wonder how Asumi will fare when she gets into junior high. I told her that I'd tutor her whenever she needed it for English. I think I might be more effective on a one-on-one basis anyway when it comes to English. I think everyone needs a little individual attention sometimes when it comes to language learning.
Mmm...even though it was hardly worth my time, I made it through. I've got a lot of cashed knocked off my scary credit card, and I have yet to use it again since I finally purchased my computer. It's such a crappy deal now that I'm out of school and out of the country that I hope that I don't have to swipe it any time in the future. I'll probably pack a bag and go into my host family tomorrow after school. I should pack the bag tonight, but that would indicate that I was planning ahead, and I'm lazy enough not to want to go to the trouble. Maybe I'll at least get my pajamas ready. ::yawn::
I can't hit the sack yet until I stuff some bags with candy canes for the elementary kids, but the bed is calling me. Like Doug's song, "Bangin' on a Trash Can", which goes, "One little voice is calling me, calling me. One little voice is calling meeeee." And then it goes into the "bangin' on a trash can" chorus. And he plays his bango. And I'm really sleepy.
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