and so goes by another wasted weekend which I'm sure I'm going to end up regretting come tuesday once classes start since tomorrow's an off day being President's day and all which no one really celebrates or gives a shit about anymore but since it's a day off I'm not going to complain about it so long as I get to waste another day tomorrow doing absolutely nothing and push my work even further back towards the weening hours of early tuesday morning which of course means I'll get absolutely no sleep at all that day and go to class on three cups of coffee's worth of caffeine so buzzed that I won't even be able to concentrate or pay attention there since I'll be too busy thinking about how badly I need to go to the restroom and relieve myself before my bladder bursts or something which would just lead to further embarassment for me but it's not like it's something I'm not used to seeing how I'm pretty much making a fool of myself each week in japanese class in front of *!&#*$@-sensei and those two native speakers who have absolutely no reason taking the class in the first place other than for the easy A since they already know the language and of course there's also *#&$(@-san the wanna-be japanese but won't ever be since he's too much of a geek and all who willl of course undoubtedly try to start another intellectual conversation with me trying to show off his limited knowledge of all things japanese being a sinophile discussing the finer points of samurai and bushido and what not while I just stand there and listen and nod my hid with the occasional "uh huh" to maintain the illusion that I'm still paying attention to him while my mind wanders off to lala land like I usually do fantasizing about this and that thinking up even more impossible scenarios where I die the hero or martyr's death which of course will never happen in this lifetime of mine but it's my fantasy so I'll do whatever I fucking want to in it from becoming the next great translator of japanese literature on the same level of donald keene and arthur waley and all those other sinophilistic overpaid ivy-league snobs with *#&$(@-san type personalities to being the geek who makes the Matrix movie into reality where of course I become the great Neo and save humanity being able to leap tall buildings in a single bound kicking van-damne however you spell his name and all those other wanna-be martial artists' asses until someone wakes me up flinging me back to the awful reality where my life totally sucks and has no meaning whatsoever... damn.. been thinking too much again, oh well, now where's that bottle of orange brandy I had lying around..
posted by Jeff at 5:29 PM