Good morning morning.

Well, it's 2:45 in the #&$^ing morning and I haven't slept yet. So I decided to write a blog.

Ahead of me is a ten hour work day with a class and three or four hours of homework thrown in. Behind me is an exciting and truly memorable weekend, which for legal reasons I cannot relate entirely over the internet. Also, I'm a good friend and I wouldn't do that to people. But I can give you the PG-13 version.

Nothing too exciting happened Friday that I can recall, except for the fact that it was a Friday where I had no work, which was to be followed by a Saturday where I did not have work. Oh, and it was the first full day of classes. I suppose that warrants a tangent.

English should be fun. The teacher is young and enthusiastic, and just seems to possess all of the good qualities one hopes to find in a teacher. That will be a good class.
My Business professor is loud, opinionated, and obnoxious, and is also a rather large individual, all of which likens him in my mind a great deal to Mr. Romans from Lathrop. I share that class with Christine, but I also share that class with someone I absolutely loathe...as long as he keeps the fuck away from me, we're good, but it'll be a warm day in Hell before I do any partner or group work with him.
Japanese is cool; it won't be as fun or easy as last year though. But I'll have a lot of intelligent classmates to study with so I can ace it, which I really need to do.
East Asian Civ looks to be a snoozefest, but what can you do? The reading material looks mildly interesting, and it's all relevant to my interests, so hopefully Kristina and I can muddle through the semester without drooling on each other.

Back on track, Friday night was mostly spent relaxing and organizing, which leads us to Saturday. Miranda (my half-lolita roomie) and I hitched a ride with my friend Holly to Value Village, where we found many treasures, the Castle, where it was decided that I'm going to be a sexy astronaut for Halloween, and the grocery store. We came back to the dorm after a long, hard afternoon of shopping and made pot stickers...and watched pron. Sunday was Miranda's birthday, so we stared the celebration a few hours early and had some cupcakes and chocolate covered strawberries.

Sunday was a blast...though not all of us can remember the whole thing. ;) I worked for a few hours, then we had to wait to hang out with people until after the WORST icebreaker/learn the rules/meet your floormates meeting EVER. Our RA is a girl named Ariel, who is the same age as me, and is nice yet horrifyingly awkward and quiet. We had to play a game that I think I may have played in the second grade, where you had to say your name along with an adjective that had the same first letter(her example was "Artistic Ariel"...*VOMIT*) and then do a motion that somehow corresponds to the adjective. Then all of the other twenty-something year olds had to repeat whatever amazingly lame and embarrassing thing you just did. It was truly awful.

The meeting FINALLY ended around 9:45, and Miranda signed in Jeremy and Zach, who came up and instantly improved our moods. Pizza was eaten, fun was had, and let's just say that I know my roommate a lot better than most people know theirs. ;) She's a champion, she really is.

Later in the night we even got to talk to our friend Mary-Clare on Skype. She just got to Osaka not too long ago and it was good to get to talk to her again.

Today was labor day and therefore, there was no school...I probably should have focused more on homework. But HEY! Our room is finally set up completely, and it looks great. We also did laundry and shared dinner in the dorm kitchen. Miranda and I make a cute little family. We also watched a documentary about host clubs in Japan tonight, which was really interesting. it reassured me that while I love Japan and its people, I do not want to spend my whole life there. Too many layers to dig through before you get to actually know people.

I suppose I should try sleeping again now...Wish me luck! And remember, in the immortal words of RuPaul, if you can't love yourself, how in the hell are you gonna love somebody else?