Hopefully, soon, I will have a new apartment. Pray, give offerings, do whatever you do for me. I really, really need to move.

So, tonight I went to a sushi bar with two frenchmen and my old roommate. Hmmmmm, bad idea. I don't like fish, that means I really won't like raw fish. And I don't like things that are hot or spicy. Yea, that means no sushi for me. I had shrimp tempura, if you wanted to know what a girl who doesn't like fish or spicy things has at a sushi bar. Of course the shirmp rolls had rho/ro (this is where the spell check would come in handy) on it, so I had two and was done. Tasted fishy. I don't like fish.
Well, my old roommate and the frenchmen sat there talking about martial arts almost the whole time. Ok, a french accent + martial arts = Jean Claude Van Damme. Yes, I know he's not from France, but close enough. I really wanted him to say, "Je m'appelle Jean Claude." I kept thinking about that over and over again, and how funny it would be. Yea, I was a little bored during the martial arts discussion. Did I mention how it took up most of the conversation?

Ok, so now with "Homeland" security they have special registration for certain non-immigrants from certain countries. This seems wrong. All done in the name of protecting the "homeland". I hate that word, home-land. What the hell is that word. It's made up and it sounds retarded. Like, it's not enough to say protect the home, or our land, we have to say protect the home-land. As if we really have other types of land that we live on, like the foreign-land, we don't live on a foreign-land. We live on our land or at home, not the homeland. If you're abroad you don't say, "Gee, I can't wait to get back to the good ole homeland." No, you say, "I can't wait to get home." Anyway, isn't the homeland, the interior? Why couldn't we just call it that? Don't we already have a department for that? Oh, but we must add a new cabinet seat and spend more money on re-organising the present system, because heaven forbid we go through a republican controlled government without a budget deficit in the millions, if not trillions, to show for it.

Yay, people put comments on the blog! Figuring out the code was not in vain.

I had a dream of a certain Turk last night. We were on a scuba trip and I got to hug him. I wish he would come here and I would hug him now.