I told the witch doctor
My doctor thinks I’m weird. She never laughs at my jokes. Or maybe it’s just that doctors don’t have a sense of humor when they’re at work. Or she doesn’t think I’m joking. I’ll keep trying. I’d hate to think someone doesn’t find me funny.
On a sad note, I think there might be something wrong with me… I keep having to go see my doctor. Wait, I take that back. I went on two regular checkups and next week is a follow up, the only “extra” doctor visit. But there is something wrong with me, I just gotta wait until next week to see how serious. I keep thinking they’re gonna tell me I have some rare disease and only 1 month to live… But that’s highly unlikely… right? What if I need surgery?! I could die on the table and that would be the end of Earnestine. Barely lived to see 24. Now she’s knocking at heaven’s door.
Stigmata
If Lent is supposed to make you suffer “just like Jesus,” then once you start feeling bad, can you stop? I think I’m getting stigmata… Seriously! I’m not a clumsy person, but I’ve cut my hands several times since the beginning of Lent. Like drew blood-type cuts! Ahh!
33 days left…
Don’t Touch My Moustache!
I’ve been learning Japanese for the past few weeks, and boy, is it hard! It’s weird (or maybe it does make sense) that whenever I’m in class, all my Spanish comes back to me and I want to answer everything in Spanish. Japanese, English and Spanish is starting to get all jumbled up in my head. Maybe if I studied more I’d have clearer understanding? It would be more compartmentalised? I’d have to practice my Spanish too then, huh?
My favorite Japanese phrase so far is, “you’re welcome,” because my teacher explained that it sounds like, “don’t touch my moustahce.” (Doo itashimashite)
Hmm…
I’m not easily offended… wait, no, I am. That’s why I was like, “what the hell?!” when I saw this commercial. I know more than likely, I am overreacting, but to me it seemed like they were capitalising on the “mysteries of the orient” stereotype. Why’d she have to disappear?
I’m just saying…