"Kusu o taberu na!"
This is what I felt like shouting when driving down Capitol Expressway as I transported my brother to a dental appointment. However, since that figure of parental authority I refer to as "Dad" when I'm not trying to get money out of him, I had to settle for a quick "baka kuso atama" before quickly dodging yet another rice rocket as it came barreling down the street.
I'm a terrible driver. I admit it straight-off. But that doesn't mean all the other terrible drivers in the world should be out on the road. It's a crime, really!
I'm supposed to stop swearing. I've only been trying since freshman year, and since I just graduated high school you'd think I'd have some process to report on. Well, I guess I've progressed a little. I used to swear so much at Bernal; I remember Tracy commented on it a couple of times. Now I only do when extremely irked. But the catch is, I only seem to be swearing less because I've taken to swearing like a sailor in Japanese when no one else is around. Ha ha, ha ha. But Kami sees all so I don't think that's quite effective, either. -_- As a side note, it's interesting to see all the ways 'bakayarou' has been translated in English.
Still obsessing, still obsessing. I think I need a distraction, a big one. I have a new issue of Ribon; I plan to exhaust myself trying to read it tonight. (I couldn't get a wink of sleep last night because my brain wouldn't stop churning.)
In other news, I'm re-doing my webpage. The old layout was driving me nuts, so I'm setting up a new one. It's not much better, but it's different, and it has new art by me, which is always a good thing.
I'll be registering for college classes next week. I've got it mostly planned out. Yay for me. It's not a very intensive set of courses, but since I am stupid I have to start with low levels. Feh.