aww geez
at karate last night i told this 16 year old that the kick she was trying to do made her look like michael jackson. she looked horrified. i, of course, was picturing mister-sparkly-gloved, moonwalking, eee-hee!ing man i used to want to marry... but in her lack of existence around that time, all she could picture was the ghostly freakshow on many a court tv program these days. for a moment, i understood her horror... that is until she said "that's before my time."

eww and ugh.

on a different kind of 'ugh', i have decided to once again take japanese this semester. the problem is that there are technically no classes for me to take at mesa, so i tried to audit the conversation class on tuesday. hamanaka-sensei (who will probably still call me dorothy-san) was insistent that i already knew what she would cover (i beg to differ), but suddenly got excited that i could help her teach!
(!!!)
uhh... right.