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The Sushi Wars

Penny had a big adventure last week… unfortunately her literary agent wasn’t doing her job and failed to report on it. The Dreaded Sushi Monster attacked the town of Corvallis on Friday night and the newest Incarnation of the Super Haoles (Penny and her new Japanese side-kick “Aki”) were almost totally defeated. Late Friday night, all food creations using vinegar rice began to break apart and crumble into little pieces throughout the town of Corvallis. A sure sign that the Sushi Monster was nearby. Penny and Aki’s efforts to repress the Dreaded Sushi Monster almost completely failed. They were barely able to confine The Monster to a small kitchen in a two story apartment building until Aki’s International Crew arrived to save the day. Kosho, the shy leader of the group, was not only a black belt in all known forms of Martial Arts, but had majored in Food Science back in College. She led the attack on the Dreaded Sushi Monster and rolled him up into a VERY large sheet of nori where he was expertly sliced into monster-truck-tire sized sushi rolls and served to the starving children in Ethiopia. And so the city of Corvallis was saved!

Tomo and I discovered to our great surprise that my dad loves wasabi. Ha ha. Go Dad. Eat as much as you want. But be careful… or you’ll experience the reciprocal of a “brain freeze”. Bonnie wouldn’t touch our Sushi though… Maybe she could smell the blood, sweat and tears which were shed during it’s creation or something. (she has no idea…!)

Yesterday I think I failed a Chinese test. Ren Laoshi will probably give me an A again though… If I were grading my papers, I’d be getting Ds and Fs. Seriously. Sometimes I think that our teacher never tells us about our mistakes because he doesn’t know how to say it in English. Studying under a teacher who constantly thanks you for coming to class (unprepared) and smiling (because you didn’t do your homework) is really discouraging. There is no way to really improve, there is no way to really progress through him. It’s like Otsubo-sensei’s craziness multiplied by about 30 and passed through a “I can’t speak English” filter about 75 times. If his eye ever starts twitching when he talks I think I am going to walk out of that class and never come back.

In other news: There was another fucking fire-drill in my hall this morning. This one was at 8am instead of 2am luckily. Still… I am going to tear to shreds whoever the fuck burned their toast this morning.

Comment Topic of the Day: Got Sushi?

I just discovered that I’ve been spelling the word “Exercise” incorrectly all these years.

Wow.

Talk about your disillusionment.

From now on, my name is Mud.
Hello. It is nice to meet you. My name is Mud.
My new name tag says “Mud”. I am mud.
Nothing but wet dirt. Wet dirt that people go “eeew gross!” when they see.
Not even useful dirt. Nothing grows. Can’t plant shit in mud.
I’m Mud. Hello. my name is Mud.

On a completely unrelated note: Val….? I’m sorry I forgot your birthday.

I cannot find the apostrophe on this keyboard. It is pretty funny. I mean, Ive searched and searched ut I cant locate it. There are like, four different symbols per key, and I cant find the apostrophe. I think Id like to learn how to use the japanese parts of this keyboard. hmm lets try something…. ¡“ú‚Í@WellCnow@I@dont@really@know@how@to@‚ƒ‚ˆ‚‚‚‡‚…@‚‰‚”@back@‚”‚@‚…‚‚‡‚Œ‚‰‚“‚ˆ@‚“‚. crap I hope this is legible. ok I feel stupid. Tomo just came in and fixed it for me. ha ha. Well, That was an adventure… Oh!! He just showed me where the apostrophe is too! can’t I’m isn’t won’t don’t I’d ha ha ha ha! WHoo hoo!

Anyway… This is fun… More later… I just wanted to see what this would do. :)

This poem written during a moment of intense writer’s block. Thank God for Iambic Pentameter.

And these are words without a second thought
Just ink and page but left to grow alone.
Expand contract and warp as they’ve been taught
In classes filled with literary tone.

A boredom falls upon the brain at times
A sleepy writers block unshakeable
And that’s no time for an iambic rhyme
Unless to break this block unbreakable.

The pen it cannot move upon its own
Without a hand to guide it on its way.
A hand it cannot guide it all alone
it needs a heart, a brain to clear the way.

A block of stone won’t melt in any land
But icy writer’s block melts in the hand.

Silly, isn’t it. *grins* Do you hate it?? ^_^

In other news: I can tell that I’ve become much more comfortable here in college mainly because I’ve started to become increasingly irresponsible. I was invited to sit in this one Japanese class to try to get an idea of where I will stand next term, and I missed the class. I thought it began at 1pm, so I planned my entire day around this 1 o’clock class only to realize at 10:58am that the class started at 11am. I could have made it to class, except that I had no notebooks, no paper, no folder, no pens or anything and I simply was not willing to walk in late and totally unprepared for a class that I’m not even getting credit for. I felt really bad about forgetting though, because I went to so much hassle to get permission to sit in the class and I made this whole big deal about planning my day around it etc… It was pretty messed up.

Oh well. At least I’m not a terrified freshman anymore. Oh! On that note, let me share with you something I wrote the first day of school to give you an idea just how fucking scared shitless I was back then:

I never thought the words “terrified freshman” would mean so much to me. I walk around campus in a nervous rush. Too tight to eat, too lost to smile. I’m not confused, just a little bit too small.

Needless to say, I’ve come a very long way.