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We should talk about how you and I are finally making some (Japanese) friends here, that aren't freaky stalkers. And that I've been hanging out with a Japanese lady named Kyoko. And that I had a lesson with a young guy who spent some time in Canada and I found out that he liked shogi (Japanese chess) and took initiative to introduce you two. And being able to hang out with Japanese people is really helpfull for learning Japanese and in the last 3weeks mine has really improved and you can learn how to say usefull things like, Blood of a Pervert! (chikan no chi).

Are you seriously taking dictation? ok I'll continue for a little bit.

I have decided that Phil takes no, well very little intrest in my personal grooming choices, he refuses to tell me if I would make a good redhead he just says "it would be hard work to make you not look good" but hair dyeing is hard work so that is not a good answer, especially in Japan cuz they like wash your hair three times, and dry cut it, and wet cut it, anyway if you see the way the women are here you woulld feel a little intimidated by their high standards of grooming.

(makes fun of the typos as she checks over my shoulder)

what else was going on? the last couple of days of work have gone by really quickly. I have a couple of days that I really enjoy. I have classes that I really enjoy, the students are really pleasent and it's not like pulling teeth . We have a Christmas break coming up, we kinda suck at planning it's too bad that it's really cold everywhere except Belize and other tropical countries . There is a conflict between saving money, and just wanting to travel and go to India for two weeks. Thats what I hate about money, money's so ******* annoying, you can delete the explitives please. money takes the fun out of every thing if I didn't have to worry about *******money I would just jump on a plane and go. I wouldnt have to worry about that I can't get a job or a visa or pay my rent , you want these things; a nice couch that pleases you. Sometimes you feel you want a nice couch to sit your *** on rather than a plane ticket to take you somehwere.

I think the problem for me is I just have a Pilsbury Doughboy of fantasies rolling around in my head. Everytime I have this great idea that I want to live out, like moving to Mexico, I can just hear him going "whowho" tickling his fancy or whatever but it isn't practical. I feel guilty cuz I feel like I'm whining, whining about having to grow up and its not like I dont want to grow up and its not like the majority of the world hasn't had to make sacrifices and put their dreams on a back shelf but....


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(Also, I am a wicked good typist) "No you're not"