There are a bunch of little things I reminded myself of via my writings today, and I’m not sure if I’ve psoted them yet. Apologies if I have.

Every morning we have an assembaly, from 7:50 to 8:30. Fourty minutes of sitting crosslegged on a cement floor means ouch much. Grr. However we do this Turn-left-bow-occaisionaly-while-reapeating-some-prayer-thing-the-pricipal-is-saying thing. I can’t actually understand what they are saying, so instead I recite little bits of the lord’s prayer I learned from E Nomini. I feel very sacriligious, but it’s a fun way to pass a couple of minutes. Both religions would probably stake me, but who has to know, right?

I got this kinda funky bracelet from a monk with special powers (I don’t know what special powers, just special powers). It’s intertwined bunches of yellow and green thread, representing mother and father respectively. It’s supposed to represent theirs and buddha’s power, and protect me and/or give me good luck. Coo’

Gargh,  don’t like being resposible. The whole buying own food/essentials = not fun. Basicly all I’ve got covered is sleeping space, breakfast, and dinner when I’m home. Bus from school, luch, often dinner, toiletries, clothes, all mine! Which is normal and to be expected, if it wasn’t years ago, but I’ll whine for this paragraph any ways. Jen will probably post on this and complain about how I have no problems. Trouble is, she’s right, I have no right to whine. So ending this line of thought here.

Coffee+Over-the-counter drugs. Awsome. The DoubleT Espresso, coffee with two extra strenght tylenol dissovled in it. Minus Head ache plus buzz equals good. The FUN Frappe, Coffee plus like uppers or anti-depresants. The “I’m going to work” Double, Four shots esspresso, three sots bourbon, extra sugar. The Flatline, Coffee plus sleeping pills, for those who like both coffee AND sleep, strange as that may sound.

And that’s over not quickly enough. Next time Evan makes up his own recipies, duct tape him to a wall please.

 I’ve been talking to myself a lot lately. I didn’t really realise until I asked myself a question and caught myself about half way through a fifteen minute debate whether I had to answer myown question and if it implied a seprate entity or conciousness. Or at least multiple personalties. It’s kinda worrying, but I find I do itin that low mumble/rumble that every complains is unintelligible, so even if people could understand me, they wouldn’t be able to make out the words. I’ve actually had some really fun conversations and debates. It really passes the time quickly.

Oooh, it’s lunch now. Hmmm. I think I now have a vocabulatry of about 200 words now, including those I’m currently working on memorizing and incorporating into conversation. Doesn’t sound like mcuh, but I’m slowly getting there, and thai is one of the hardest languages in the world to learn, according to those who I’ve spoken to, so I’m pretty proud.

I’ve been listening to the same David Byrne song this entire time, because it’s the only song on this computer. It’s 3:33 long and playing over and over and over… LAR LAR, LAR LAR, for those who understand, kudos.

I’m thirsty. I fact, I’m always thirsty here. It’s like I keep expecting the test of the Gom Jabbar, someone to kill my family and send me into exile kind of thirsty. For those fo you who understand, rightly so. For those who don’t WHY HAVEN”T YOU READ DUNE YET?!? I’ll have you a roubnd in the battle room, and if I flash you first, you have to.

Darg

P.S. Don’t worry, the only place with tanks and genuine military control is bangkok, and I’m not going there for a few days at least.