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Name: Serafina
Country: Japan
Metro: okinawa
Birthday: 10/11/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: pretending to be smarter than i am.
Expertise: conforming through nonconformity
Message: message me
Member Since:
6/2/2003
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| Oh my, I think I've forgotten how to use Xanga.
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| Life as I know it, is no longer as confusing as the last blog.
-I got my license back
-I got a new job making 12.98 an hour
-My boyfriend gets back from the "Mexico of Asia" (Thailand) on Friday
-Things are okay. No family tragedies have happened recently, no emotional breakdowns, no falling outs.
-I'm officially heading out to Tokyo in September to begin attendance
at Sophia University (Jochi Daigaku). It's a Jesuit school. I'm not
Catholic. But it will suffice.
Myspace
I'm becoming disillusioned with Myspace. It feels somewhat pathetic to
look at the clock after 3 hours of Myspace browsing (people whom I
don't know, and never will know), and realize I could've done something
productive. I feel...there is something more sinister hidden behind
that handsome, generic smile of Tom's. I don't think he realizes what a
powerful force he's released upon the world. Myspace is a blackhole,
slowly pulling everybody around it into a slow orbit around the vortex,
making their inevitable journey to oblivion. But you don't realize it
because you're so caught up reading about other people's lives, that
you don't realize where your own is going. But I've had enough.
Everybody has something to say, but nothing to talk about.
"Opinions are like assholes, Everybody has one."
Hi, Onigiriman, and probably Dantella too.
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| Very, very long time. Yes it has been. I guess I'm just writing this
because I feel I have a few things in my life to sort out...and it's
easier for me to do that when I put down my options in writing. And
before total strangers on the internet. Let us proceed:
Scenario 1:
Gain acceptance to Sophia University, Matriculate and prepare for entrance in October.
Options:
1. Stay in Okinawa with a shitty job, no driver's license, and no
prospects of better jobs (because of lack of driver's license).
Continue to fight bitterly with mother.
2. Move to Germany with father and stepmother. Get job, do University
of Maryland, bide time until October. Go head to head with stepmother
and deal with limited internet.
3. Pack up and go to Vegas with older brother. Get job (possibly at UPS), do community college, bide time until October.
Why does it seem so simple now, reading back on this? Was something
left out that I forgot? Ahhh. If there is, I will soon correct it.
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| I have an idea for the next time we play basketball against a japanese team. Don't wear deodorant. Seriously. I'm not going to. It's just not fair. I was in the shower last night thinking, "You know...I bet that was a part of the strategy, don't wear deodorant so that your opponents will want to gag from the smell. Oh yeah, and don't forget to make your arms and uniform so sweaty that it rubs off on the other team." o.0 *ack*. | | |
| Hisashiburiyo. Myspace arukara Xanga shitakunakatta. Hajimete koukou Basketballno senshuu desu...tabun Hong Kongni iku, demo passport nakushita. shiranai. What a bakayaro i am. Cho ikitai!! T_T. Hopefully i can find it, or else I shall cry. Soshite, Seoulde basketball tournament arimaaaaaaaaaasu, so if i don't have passport still, Sera's ass is staying right where she is on this damn island.
Baitowa iidesu, demo it's kinda scary cuz always afraid of getting fired for not knowing enough Japanese...haha. sometimes customers can be really rude cuz I'm American and they think I can't understand what they say. Bastards.
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