December 10, 2009 at 12:24 am (General) (, , , , , )

I might have something to confess, maybe. That actually depends a lot on what people might think, of course I’m unfortunately a person who doesn’t really care about what other people think, maybe. You see a certain person was coming over the other weekend. A person who had been missed and I was really looking forward to some sweet kissing time, but then HE had to bring with him a girl…..

Yes I am a man, so what I can’t miss a good friend from time to time or is there something wrong with liking guys? Huh is there IS THERE?

Hahahaha!! Kidding, I’m only joking. Seriously if you knew him, good luck actually liking him at all. As a friend he rocks! But as a boyfriend, OH GOD, I feel sorry for all the girls that falls for him. I mean he actually have ON paper a reason to be heartless, that is bad. So this girl who is it? Oh only his latest victim, fortunately for her she hated him before she liked him, or so she says she can’t say why she hated/hate him. Anyway it was actually quite a nice meeting. Except for her being drunk, which actually turned out to be quite fun and made her lips a lot more loose than usual, apparently. Oh by the way with “lips” I actually meant the “lips” on her MOUTH, pervert!

Now that the storm called “friends” have passed and my test is done, I of course have to make a re-test for another I took a while ago. Something about not enough background but brilliant discussion, yeah right then at least give me a passing grade. So I’m “studying” for the re-test just waiting for it to be released. I sure hope I can have this cat in the bag so I can get on with my “life”. A life that is apparently going to take Philosophy next term, let’s see how that works out. I just hope it doesn’t make me dream or just sit around thinking even more. I mean seriously that feels already like the only thing I am actually doing sometimes.

Now where was I?? Ah, yes confessions… Uhmm… Ahhhh…. Ohhhhh..!!

I like Japan. I have never been there but the culture, history, food and products coming out of Japan just seems so interesting. I mean I watch not only Japanese animations, so called Anime for people not knowing anything better (unfortunately that makes even me use the word wrong), but I even watch Japanese Television Series and can probably give a whole lot of tips for both. I read Japanese comic books too, called Manga (don’t make me go into that word too), listen to Japanese music (I have no idea why I listen to it more than american) and has even learned to speak, read and write Japanese (Oh please don’t mention kanji, I’m terrible at it). Okay okay, I’m infatuated with Japan. Goddammit and I haven’t even been there, which is probably why I still can’t seem to let go of this perfect picture everyone has painted in my head about the Japanese girls. I seriously need to meet some more girls from Japan, only then I can probably see them as simple girls instead of perfect as any kind of series or comic book has shown.

I mean the best way to stop dreaming about something is to see the true nature of what ever it was you was fantasizing about. Like if you when you were little was dreaming about some girl you thought was pretty all you had to do was talk to her for your fantasy to come crashing down into your head, travel down the throat, passing through the stomach and your intestines only to kick you in the balls, from inside your own body. That was basically what it felt like sometimes. Of course, if you also was clever enough to stay there for a while longer thinking, “It might not be so bad”, you quickly understand either A) or B).

A) means JACKPOT!!! Whohoo!!! She’s nice and cute!!!

B) means “SEND ME TO HELL, NOW!!!!” because, well I leave it to your own mind to sort out!

Damn this got a helluva lot longer than expected, but that is what it is sometimes. Can’t just write something nice and “Whohoo I’m done” but has to go around spouting nonsense and what not. As you have noticed, my mind can be kind of muddy, cloudy and confusing, but at least you can be happy you don’t live in it! Of course you can be quite happy that you don’t even live in my apartment, for that same exact reason too. Hmmm!!! Anyway gonna stop “talking” now and probably gonna try to sleep some.


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