Tsukuyomi

The other day, my friend had an epiphany.

       - Man, we've come to a point where even Japanese [he is a Japanese] can't understand.. Japanese. I think this is called 'university'."

(Me) - Hey. This is statistics. He's not even using Japanese.

       - Shit.

You see, my other post about Second Semester Disease (wow, I like it. I shall henceforth call it SSD! Which also stands for Solid State Drive. Oh Alisson, shut up.) ain't no lie, is it?

I have this white board fixed on my fridge with my "to-do's" and right now the counting of tasks is five, each one referring to a report of two pages in Japanese.

Thumbs up? No? Cool.

We're getting crazy here, people! Every day there's a random member of the class that doesn't appear during the whole day (I've been there too) and now, whenever the teachers open their mouths time and space bend, the colors become negative and the sky turns red. Okay, maybe it's not that bad but hey, I've been sleeping five hours a day.

(And still you're writing this s..?)

Back off! ..God, that's actually right.

But let me share my suffering, okay. 

High point of the week: I had forgotten that I lent money to a friend and suddenly received 3000 yen on a very happy Wednesday.

Low point of the week: I calculated the exact time for me to reach the university by bicycle. I stepped out of my apartment and it started raining.