A Blue C Sushi opened across the street from Gameworks downtown. Today was the third time Matt and I had 'Japan Happy Hour' where we eat sushi, drink sake bombs and then go across the street to take sticker pictures and play DDR and Taiko Drumming. It's what my life will pretty much be like when I move to Japan in a year, and we're practicing.

I have big plans for 2010, and I hope they don't fall through. 10 is an even number, and even numbered years have yet to fail me. Also some internet horoscopes gave me fake hope which I will most likely take as real hope. In addition to all this false (real) hope along with zero facts, is the fact that since I've moved to this apartment in July, I've had 3 lady bug encounters. There is one flying around me now. it's the only bug that doesn't bother (bug) me. I looked some more stuff up on the internet (facts) and a ladybug is a sign of good luck. I don't know what to do with it, should I feed it? I don't know what they eat. I hope it doesn't die in here, that can't be good luck.

So! here's to reaching goals by sheer luck! 2010! big plans! let's go! fame, fortune, travel and happy times! let's go! okay! time to go to bed! tomorrow is another day! of 2010! whew!

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oh shit, it's the future. for a second there, I almost was up keeping a blog! I guess I'm ok with saying the word 'blog' now, although I don't have much thoughts about it.

I've been invaded by british things and I must say I quite like it. watching lots of my new parallel hero Vince Noir in the weirdest/funniest show I've seen in some time: the Mighty Boosh. get stuffed, ya berk. I can hear it in my head, the accents. Also, reading a lot of proper yet smutty Holmes/Watson fic, which is rather a delight, I must say. oh god, I can't stop.

In other news, there isn't much. I read my horoscope for the year (although I don't follow that stuff, I just look for signs when I need em, in whatever form they are) and it said I'd be better financially, as last year was a complete wreck. this sounded promising although what proof besides "leo orbiting into saturn" does that even mean. especially since I quit my 2nd job. now I'm back to sleeping in and napping too much. I want a second job I actually like and I can use some creativity instead of surfing the internet for 7 hours out of 8 in the day. I do enough of that at home. speaking of which, I should try to be at that less.

I have this great idea where I allow myself to dress up and be seen and make acquaintances. but then the other half just doesn't giiivvvee aaaa shiiiitttt. I work in customer service, and I hate meeting 98% of those people. I wish just people I liked and thought were cool and smart and fashionable would all flock to me like some unspoken club of awesome.

what can I do that doesn't require a lot of work to not do a lot of work and get everything I want out of life. is the secret inventing the secret and selling it to people who ask this question like myself? oh shit I figured out the real secret.

also, I'm not going to capitalize still, but I was tempted, briefly.

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I'm going crazy. my upstairs neighbors are the worst. although I can't decide if the guy before--who played "alt" country super loud and had the laugh of a retarded Dracula--was worse. I've already spoke to them once (at 3 am) and they seemed sorry at the time. or high. almost EVERY night they are up till 2 CONSTANTLY MOVING. every floorboard squeeks. that I know they can't help, but can't they just sit down and watch a movie instead of relay racing above my bedroom at all hours? I think what annoys me most is that I don't know what they're doing. one time it sounded like they were having an art gallery showing. who nails things up at midnight? is this their first apartment of all time? that's the problem with everyone in the world - completely oblivious. I'm going to go ahead and brag about how considerate I am of my downstairs neighbors. every time I walk around, I'm aware of the noise I'm making, especially past a certain time. I think my upstairs neighbors were playing beer pong the other night. imagine a pong ball falling constantly right above your head on an echoey wood floor. I wish murder wasn't a punishable crime.

4 nights of listening to wind and rain are over from ocean shores and now I'm jump starting into 60 hour work weeks all through December. I have mentally prepared myself. I am looking forward to the monies, and getting through the challenge of not being able to be lazy. I can't even begin to complain, especially after just seeing Precious.

which reminds me, yes I hate my noisy constantly-on-the-move upstairs neighbors, but at least I didn't just give birth to my 2nd kid from being raped by my dad at 16 and not knowing how to read. inconsiderate neighbors are a blessing in the comparison to Precious.

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