Dragostea Din Tei just came up on my iPod shuffle. *LAFFO* That reminds me that one of the songs they played on the dance floor at RAGE was Dragostea Din Tei. FULL OF WIN.
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If one of the postdocs in my lab had longer hair, she'd be the spitting image of Boomer from the new Battlestar Galactica. :3 I want to dress her up and take her to a con.
Today during my Japanese presentation, my other Japanese teacher (not the cool one. Hayashi-sensei's the cool one. I'm talking about Iwasaki-sensei here) asked me in front of the whole class if I felt like the rest of the Japanese girls in not wanting to have a boyfriend. There was a long pause, so I just said, "Yeah, don't need guys right now." Will I ever?
If I ever get a boycat whose fur is cream with dark-colored paws, I'm going to call him Takumi. And when that cat runs around in the house, he is going to drift the corners.
My cat died ten years ago, but I still miss him.
I'm sad that I threw out my Riku costume because my mom made the shirt for me. I'm afraid that when she's gone I won't have anything to remember her by. Likewise for my father. All I'm going to be left with is physics books and Chinese Tang Dynasty poetry I can hardly recall anymore.
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