fucking kids

I saw a suspicious kid walking through my yard, especially considerig he should be in school and I walk outside to see them THOWING STICKS AND BRANCHES AT MY DOG.

They're gone now, I hope my threats keep them away because next time they'll be carried away in miscellaneous pieces.

Goddamn fucking kids.

Yaoi-con!

I leave for the airport at 6:00 am, I just feel bad for my dad, who is taking me. He has to go to work right after that, so it's hours more driving than he should have to put up with. I'm such a spoiled rotten, loser college graduate kid. That's okay - I've printed out the app for SOAS. If I don't get into that or JET, I'm killing myself.

It's kind of funny, I've traveled around so much in my life that I tend to forget that I was born in California. So I guess this is sort of like a visit home in a weird, obscure not really way.

I'm just interested in the con and Japan town. Me alone in a Japanese bookstore is not a good thing for the paycheck I just got. Not to mention the dealer's room.

Alright, off to finish packing and then to bed.

I just realized I probably won't be able to check my mail for five days. That's going to HURT when I get back.