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Name: lisa
Interests: crafty things like knitting, chocolate, good friends, sento, all things japan, cookies, cameras and pictures, photoshopping, macs, publication design, sunshine, grass, ice cream, handbells, real 1 corinthians 13 love, cajers, north parkers, jars of clay, sweatshirts, uniqlo, cozying up, snuggling, harry potter, orson scott card's books, hugs, tasty fruit, origami, drawing in pencil, pen and paper RPGs, family, sakura, spring, fall, you.
Expertise: procrastination!
Occupation: Student, Freelance Designer
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AIM:  japanskittles
Member Since:
8/19/2003
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| And once again, the countdown begins and the "did I forget to do anything" panic is setting in.
I never want to leave Japan, these feelings are all familiar...
But this time its different, it's my last time here for awhile.
Won't be back this summer. Doubt that I'll be back for Christmas.
So it's ok to cry a lot this time, right? | | |
| I often have difficulty getting out of bed in the morning. It's not a result of depression, I'm not chronically fatigued, I don't have mono. I don't know why I have a hard time sitting up, pushing back the covers, and moving on to coffee and things that are edible.
Currently the chilliness of my room exacerbates the problem, because by the time I wake up my bed is so comfortable and warm that I won't leave it to put on cold clothes. But at school I don't dread the cold. If no one expects me to be somewhere in the morning, I don't get up very easily. Not even to make a latte or pancakes. Sometimes its because I'm avoiding responsibilities, but other times its because I have an unexplicable lack of desire to get up.
No desire.
Two nights ago I sobbed to my mom that I didn't want to go back to Chicago and do my last semester. I was afraid of being somnial-ly irresponsible and not getting stuff done on a good time schedule. I have more classes, heavy semester of yearbook. I was afraid of looking beyond graduation: about a possible summer in Alaska, about trying to find a job in Seattle and moving there, and trying to think about all of these huge things at once. Okay, its normal senior year panic but I can't always get out of bed when that logical part of my brain wants to.
"Are you sick?" she asked.
mmm, no, I don't have the flu.
"Do you think you might be anemic?"
Hadn't really thought about it I guess, why would it be anemia?
She knows that this girl in high school who ran cross country had always been at the back of the pack. Despite training hard and pushing and giving it all she had, she couldn't get any faster. Until she was diagnosed as an anemic and started taking iron pills. All of a sudden she had more energy to give, and her times improved a lot. That, and Mom's borderline anemic. It might be in my blood, so to speak.
So I hope I'm anemic. I hope that taking multivitamins with iron will help keep the inertia from settling in when I want to be up. Laziness may be one of my chief demons, but I hope that part of it is anemia. | | |
| I hope I'm anemic.
How strange is that? | | |
| Discovery of the evening:
I dislike riding in cars for extended periods of time. Thoroughly.
There doesn't seem to be any one thing about cars that I can't stand. Cramped quarters and the slightly nauseating smell of burning fuel drive my body nuts because I can't sit still for very long. Chalk it up to restless leg syndrome if you like, but I have issues sleeping if legs didn't moving for too long. That on top of feeling gross is a recipe for an upset Lisa.
It was tonight that we went on our family Christmas excursion: Go to Shibuya, eat at TGIFriday's, Christmas shop at Tower Records, and drink Starbucks on the way home. I think we've driven almost every time, to my family's joy and my discouragement. I never realized why I always preferred to take the train until tonight, when I was sitting in the back of the car on the way there. Call me crazy, but spending an hour in the back of a keijidousha (tiny car) looking out the window isn't fun. It's not enough to take my mind off the crampedness and the smell of gasoline. There was nothing else to distract me, really... Brent fell asleep and I had nothing to do.
I was so upset by the end of the trip that I decided I would take the train home instead of be dragged home in the car. So I did, and I was much happier moving about, feeling independent and falling in love with the Japanese train systems all over again. I probably wouldn't love it so much if I had to ride them for two hours every day, but at this point I prefer a little exercise and soaking in Japan. That and being a passenger in a car can be so boring!
How is it that Brent was ported around in the back of a small car for a month the last time we went on furlough and stay perfectly happy to continue travel in the car, while I went stir crazy after two weeks and was "ready to murder someone", as my dad so lovingly put it? | | |
| Because of FreeRice.com, my roommate and I are now watching a Disney movie.
Why? I'll tell you why.
One of the vocabulary words was expectorate. I got it wrong, but it means to spit. Immediately I realized I had heard the word before somewhere... but where?
Beauty and the Beast. "I'm especially good at expectorating - PTOOIE!" "Ten points for Gaston!"
I was so excited I mentioned it to Jillian, and ten minutes later she says "I really want to watch that movie now." So we put it in. <3 | | |
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