Wanna know one thing that I do miss about home?

The bookstores.
Going in and being surrounded by all those words and thoughts and worlds and whatnot.
Also, I just found out that my favorite author has released 2 new books. I'm excited. Although one is part of a trilogy of which I've read none...so I'm excited doubly...TRIPLY!!

...on a side note, I love the bookstores here in Japan as well...but the books are a bit harder to read.
...and slightly gayer (a Chemistry book where every element had a hot anime chick to personalize it...yeah...I saw it. I didn't buy it, but I should have. For science.)

I went to this site here, and put in my digits. Turns out, by their standards, I'm at my ideal weight. In fact, if I lose 1 more kilo, I'd be underweight. I cannot believe that. I simply cannot. This 'rotund' and yet ideal? I think that they lie. I will celebrate this in a manner befitting such an event...weight training and hot classes...and fighting! TO THE GYM!! Tomorrow. No gyming today. None. I laid about all day. It was good. Very good. Except not. I was sick to my stomach...too much cheap wine last night. Too much. Gotta stop the drinking...but it's a coping mechanism. I'M COPING WITH SOMETHING. I DON'T KNOW WHAT, BUT I AM. Although I do need to cut it out. I don't want a wine belly.

Now, it's ideal, but is it healthy? I need to check to see how much body fat I got...in 2 weeks. MONTH END HEALTH CHECK!!

...I may need new hobbies. Not that I've been doing any of my hobbies lately...except for gyming and Zelda-ing. In Japan, listening to music counts as a hobby. Was it always like that? even in non-mecha countries?

If hopes were fishes...

If only the detail was a scorpion like I originally thought it was.... These shoes'd be awesome then. AWESOME.

On an unrelated note, my sock has a giant hole in it. GIANT. 3 holes. GIANT ONES.

KANCHO!!

On Tuesday, I went to elementary school.
This is a conversation that took place...

S (Student - male): Sherry, I heard you have a boyfriend.
M (Me...Sherry): No, I have no boyfriend.
S: But I heard you did...
M: No. I don't.
S: ...but, you do.
M: No. No, I don't.
S: Well, if you 'dieted,' you'd get one.
M: Right now I'm taking fighting. Wanna go?
S: ...no...that's scary. But, if you 'dieted,' you'd get a boyfriend.
M: ...ok.
S: Bye!
M: See ya later, kid.

hoho, kids are so cute...and I got told by a 12 year old to lose weight. That's just pathetic.

Yesterday.
Fighting.
Jump kick.
AWESOME!!

I've gotten so used to being more than one person that I don't know who I really am anymore. Is that bad? I like to think of it as a coping mechanism and a way to survive in a world where I am expected to be more than one thing.

Had a box of beans for breakfast again. Good times. Good times.