what's black is white

The story of my japanese & korean language course interviews:
I left the house at about 9 to head downtown for the interviews at Robarts Library. I arrive at around 11. Korean interviews are being held from 9:30 to 11:30, so I get in line. I fill out the 'about me' form as the sign says. Everyone is Asian. I get to the 'interview' twenty minutes later, which turns out to actually be the professor telling everyone the class is full and that students will be drawn lottery-style to get in. Which is, of course, Utter. Bullshit. Some people NEED this course to get their major... and it is not really being offered? Only sort-of, and without any real background checks to make sure that the people trying to enroll in the course are not, in fact, korean themselves? Anywaaaay... after that it was into the line for japanese. There were approximately thirty people in front of me in a line up down the hallway. I was there half an hour early. THREE HOURS LATER I finally get my turn to be interviewed. The professor , komuro-lee san, was really nice, and we started to talk in japanese about how I wasn't sure which course I should be enrolling in. So she gave me a 17 page test to do, which I completed over the course of two hours. I was FAMISHED after... and ate a lot of food. But I got into second year japanese.

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Today was a pretty good day at work, very uneventful. Nicole, Allan, Gillian and I all ordered thai food and ate it in the back. It was yummy, but also I owe nicole for it still, which is unfortunate. Also me and allan had a tiff in the back, which was kind of amusing. Also I got to actually work with Gillian, which was great because I haven't done so in about two months.

Enough about work.

I'm feeling reasonably good lately. I'm looking forward to fall, and to getting back into learning, although I resent the hefty price tag attached to it. I got my ear pierced again, and I plan on getting the cartilage pierced on my left ear soon. I need to change my hair somehow, I'm considering cutting it all short and dying it something bright. I am moving into my dad's house mostly this weekend. It's nerve-racking in that this might just be the last move out of my mom's house. As in, no more living with mom, period. Which is a much more frightening thought than I had originally imagined. My mom is one of my best friends. Also this means growing up, not a joke. Since when is that not a joke? Where'd the pause button go?

Anyway, I'm just about out of ideas and wishing someone was online to talk to. Goodnight folks, I probably love you.