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Tuesday, January 16, 2007


   WHOO!
Thanks to my dad’s Japanese phrase book, I learned that Nana means seven. And Hachi means eight. Soooooo, that makes sense, as to why Nana Osaki wants to call Nana Komatsu Hachi in “NANA.” It’s taken me almost a year to figure this out. Sadness.

So, anyway, YAH!

I’m wearing my scarf, gloves, and hat today. They semi-match (mostly shades of pink) and I love it because I bought the scarf awhile ago at Old Navy and Lisa bought me the hat and gloves while she was out yesterday (I think at Kmart) because I was talking about wanting a hat and gloves to match! (I’ll probably have a picture up tomorrow as my avatar.)

He won’t get out of my head. I try to push him out, but the second I do, something reminds me of him. Is this bad? Do I need psychological help? Am I just being an idiot, or a girl in love?

Everyone and there mother knows it’s love. Well, maybe with the exception of my own mother. Even Lisa, my sister, knew. I remember when I was talking about hanging out with him and she was like, “Ooh!” and started using a sing-song voice. And I’d never talked to her about my feelings for him.

So, yeah. It’s like the Ryan Adams song. “Everybody knows the way I walk, and knows the way I talk, and knows the way I feel about you.”

Okay. Enough about that. Lisa and I have decided upon further review of our life goals that we’re going to marry English men, somewhere along the lines of Dudley Moore (me) and Peter Cook(Lisa). If you’ve never seen “Beyond the Fringe” or “Bedazzled,” you should, like, right now.

Bwah!

I’m leaving the country.

-Susan, who decided that her life would have been different had she ever learned English.

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