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feeling: could be worse
listening to: Gackt - Story
~edited ca. 7:30 p.m. Friday~
For some reason I feel totally alone today. Alone, and reflective, and empty. I can't really describe it. Like, lately my mind has thoroughly reviewed every major hurt I've been through in the past 6 or 7 years, prompted by various little scattered moments and memories, and just to add a little extra salt to the wound, it keeps forcing me to have dreams about them. Dreams where at first it feels like everything is happy and perfect, but then later something happens to make it clear that it really is just a dream, and in reality there's nothing there at all except a big void. And that is what I end up thinking about whenever my mind has a chance to set itself in idle. I can't describe it any better, sorry.
Anyway... Japanese class was amusing this morning. Our emergency-substitute-while-the-regular-teacher-is-hospitalized-and-possibly-giving-birth, Terada-sensei, was talking about how Valentine's Day differs between Japan and America. So she asked people for interesting/amusing/sad Valentines stories to relate the class, but no one had any, so she told one of her own. Ready for this? When she was in middle/gradeschool (I forget which), she had a crush on this guy, so she decided to bake chocolate cookies for him. So she put all her effort into these cookies, and when she took them out of the oven, they were all misshapen and looked horrible. But she figured, eh, if they taste good, that's all that matters. So she tasted one, and it was disgusting. And then she realized she'd mixed up the sugar with the salt. Now, it's not the story itself that's funny - it's the fact that this exact kind of scenario happens in just about every shoujo anime/manga known to man. I briefly wondered if she'd borrowed that tale from Sailor Moon or something just to liven up the class, but knowing the Japanese as I do by now through anime, dramas, music, and people who live(d) there, I have a feeling it really was a true story.
I kept waiting for a gun-wielding maniac to burst into the classroom so she could launch into a big transformation sequence, emerge donned in seifuku, and save the day with a star-tipped wand and a rainbow. Didn't happen, though. Darn.
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 2/06/2004 04:26:00 PM
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