Currently...

we are being wowed over Japanese office supplies.

Saved.

When I left, I thought I would no longer see it. I knew I would be compensated with what my new home would offer of the same thing, but I didn't expect to see it again...after a bit of soul searching.

Or store searching, accidentally.

I found my Ritter Sport bar, yummy German-made chocolat. They hid it in the Army post exchange candy section. They've never thought to stock it in our air force base exchange. The fools.

Anyway, I do have a fav brand of chocolate from local vendors, thus Japanese made. I don't remember acquiring any taste for something particularly American though. Belgian stuff rocks - this I honestly can attest to myself- but I can't remember any brand particulars.

Will Remey eventually become a full-fledged chocolat connoisseur? Stay tuned for her next palatal discovery.

I'm on my guard today. I know why too. Unfortunately, there have been many books written containing this phenomenon and they still bother you.

Outcast of the outcast of the outcast, or something to that effect.

It's a minority enough to be weird, but when you're considered weird among the weird? Give me a break.

If that isn't random enough, I hate staring at common words for too long until I start to doubt that that's the correct way of spelling them.

Coh-feh.

Drinking it in the evening- not a good idea. I have work tomorrow morning and it'd be more appropriate to drink it then, but Dad brought home some Starbucks to share and I, suffering from the lack of cacao and a slight stomach ache, am in need of some warm cafe mocha. So it's indulgence at the wrong moment, bleh.

I feel a bit tired. Perhaps I can take advantage of that now and make myself sleep soon. However, I'm wanting to go over some history...not particularly exciting; I just want to finish it up for the year :P

*sips again*
*places cup back down*
*quickly sips again*

This is crazy, er, yes, I'm crazy. *sips again* But it's so good and they can make a pretty decent cuppa here (or maybe I just haven't had a decent cup in ages- for your peace of mind, I'm starting to get tired of canned coffee. Yes. I know you sane people out there are raising your arms to heaven in thanksgiving that Rems manages to maintain her sense of taste).

I can't wait to start up Intro to Psycho in January. I amuse myself with leaving out the -logy. I like staring at people and wondering what their psychological make-up is...No, I'm kidding. Seriously. :P But I do stare. A lot. Um, not at people though...unless...

*sip* I'm worried that I'll get the jitters with this cuppa, but I hope this cup isn't...oh, what am I saying. They brew their stuff at Starbucks. I suppose I should now hope that I don't have trouble falling asleep. And, speaking of which, I should just go now and get done with it (putting myself to sleep- no, I mean, falling into slumber, not *that* sleep).

Shut up, Rems. Good night! *sip*

[/dares to post this and risk regretting it tomorrow]

Author's note: The events of the above diary are true in thought and time. Every sip was taken into account as they occurred and no brain cells were killed in the production of this post.

She Will Have Her Way: The Songs of Neil & Tim Finn

I so want this album. o_o



Even if I were to risk hearing someone not preserving the essence of the Finns' music, I'd still have the first disk to find relief in.

Update.

Yes, Adam, I hear you :P

Problem is, I'm so busy I don't know what to update about since there isn't much to update you folks on. Life is...not so exciting except that I'm seriously considering a career that I pray is certainly for me. It sounds so interesting and I wonder why I've never seen it in the same light before...Nursing. Pray that I'll be able to pursue this since it's not easily available here where I live.

As far as what is now in existence, that was not a week ago:
-Newly fitted frames for a poor, nearsighted girl.
-New Japanese socks.
-New, maroon, checkered pants for bed.

I told you there wasn't much, but thanks for caring. :P