No, Really, I Am an American

I was still productive. (All that working, you’d think I would just want to be a bum for a while…)

I woke up this morning at something like 9:00 and went to tackle the bathroom straightaway; okay, well, there was some Special K prior to the cleaning, but the point is, I woke up and tried to be productive. (If only I had a vacuum!!)

Sadly, there are parts of the bathroom that are smarter than me, much like a lot of other things (or, as Vicki of Wau-con-da has pointed out, perhaps more stubborn — just wait ’til I get the bleach!). And before you lot blanch and think I live in filfth or something, it’s nothing overly grotesque. Just my minor OCD coming out. I blame my mother for this malfunction.

I did laundry thereafter, and straightened up a little in the living room. Somehow, I managed to also get online and talk to various absent faces, my cousins and mother included. Although, to be more accurate, my mom was standing by my cousin as she typed; what with me mum being minorly computer illiterate and all.

Maiko and Natashia came over today. That was interesting in itself. I felt really bad for Maiko. Her English is all right, but Natashia and I were speaking quite naturally. I know there were times when she wasn’t able to keep up. I wonder vaguely if she will continue to see me since my Japanese has not improved one bit. Her notice did ask for serious students and all.

Which bring me to something that I’m a bit frustrated with. What the hell is wrong with me? I mean, I feel like I’m slacking lots: writing, French, Japanese…other minor details…

See, this is how I suck. I couldn’t just pick one thing to focus on, could I? Lousy discipline. It comes and goes with me. And this is just the beginning. I’m bordering stupidity leakage, I think. This is not good. Definitely not good. It doesn’t feel like it will be devastating or anything, real minor like, but nothing brings me greater shame that stupidity leakages. I’m aware of it so maybe I’ll intercept it. That would be cool.

Maiko, Natashia, and I ended up watching Azumi because it was the only thing I had that was in Japanese and English. Thereafter, we sat and chatted a bit in our broken language; to be fair, Natashia was much better at communicating with Maiko than I was.

We decided to take a walk, as the weather had cooled slightly and we wanted to get out of the house. Turns out I live in a pretty swank area. There is a huge arcade, as in shopping district, real close like. I had known about it before, but had never gotten the chance to really explore it much. And this was just the surface as it was. I look forward to taking the time and really taking a stroll, but hopefully I’ll do that when it’s less stupid, er, humid out.

Why don’t I like Lost the way everyone else does? I mean, even when it was played at the Halfway House, I couldn’t get away fast enough. I even watched bits and pieces when it first premiered like it meant something. I think I forced myself into it because it was borderline cult. I don’t think of it as cult so much as pop. Mike and Anna have started watching it and I just got back from Mike’s. I feel like my geek membership should be revoked or something. Seriously. David Fury was on the project, Drew Goddard AND Jeph Loeb…

I feel like I have to have my head examined.