Half an hour early. My inner child giggles at the fact that I am being "escorted". Through the windows beady little eyes peer curiously out at me, some visibly green with envy. My gaze pierces theirs, and they sheepishly return to their duties. I'm closer now, and my mouth can't help but twist into a wicked grin. Finally there, I hand the guards my I.D. Through the turnstile and out the door, a triumphant feeling rushes me and its all I can do to keep from screaming.

Yes, I quit my job. XD

Okay, so lemme get this straight with everyone. I have nothing against cosplayers or the types who like taking pictures of cosplayers. Hell, even I'll enjoy seeing some of the things they do. But, What I do have a beef with is the butchering of "engrish".

A strange concept, I know. Bear with me, if you will. I just saw a cosplay pic of a cute girl in a school uniform, making a heart shape out of her hand. I'm not sure who she's supposed to be but eh, that's beside the point (again, nothing against the picture). My problem lies within the name of said deviation.

It was named "Hearto". I guess she wanted it to feel more "Japanesey" or something. The problem I have, is if she wanted that kind of feel, why not spell it like a Japanese person would normally understand and say it, like "Haaruto". I don't know, maybe I'm too used to romaji that I let this get to me.

So, this is probably pretty trivial, and doesn't even make sense. Maybe it's the lack of sleep that's letting this get to me. I don't know, I'll probably wake up in the morning, see this, and shoot myself in the foot so maybe I'll learn my lesson to not be such a prick. But for right now, this bugs me.

Damn, I was gonna take a screenshot of my pageviews at 666. It's now at 670... BOO!

Today would be a good day to die.

Hangin' round downtown by myself
And I had so much time
To sit and think about myself
And then there she was
Like double cherry pie
Yeah there she was
Like disco superfly
I smell sex and candy here
Who's that lounging in my chair
Who's that casting devious stares
In my direction
Mama this surely is a dream

Hangin' round downtown by myself
And I had too much caffeine
And I was thinkin' 'bout myself
And then there she was
In platform double suede
Yeah there she was
Like disco lemonade
I smell sex and candy here
Who's that lounging in my chair
Who's that casting devious stares
In my direction
Mama this surely is a dream

I know, I know, writing down lyrics in your journal is exceedingly lame. But I find that I tend to think of songs that fit well with how I'm feeling... Something I'd never be able to put into proper words. And right now, this song's on super-repeat in my head.

So last week, I was Xeroxing more timesheets for myself at work, and I quickly became rather depressed. I guess what it was was that I had realized how long I had been working there, and it really bothered me... So I came to a conclusion, and I made myself promise me something. I says to me, "Me, I want you to promise me that before that stack of timesheets gets used up, you'll quit and move on with your damned life."

36 weeks.

I have given myself 36 weeks. I know that's still over half a year from now, but I've got planning to do, and I need the money to do it. So anyone who may be reading this, (who am I kidding?) bear witness of my commitment and do not let me forget it!