Progress Report!!!

Dude, life is nuts. Leave it to the powers above to fuck shit up, when life finally starts working out. Long story short. Had a CPA do my taxes in 2004, fast forward to 2006, and I get a letter in the mail, saying that she royally screwed some stuff up, and I owe the IRS nearly 2500 bucks. The best part... it's due in September... not even a full month away. I go in tomorrow to set things straight, and try and work some shit out. I hear if H&R Block messes up, they take the hit. We'll see if this chick is up to task, if not, it's off to the Better Business Bureau, cause that's a lot of money to be dropping on such short notice. And to everyone that's thinking.... why didn't you look it over??? Dude, when you pay someone to do it, you shouldn't hafta look it over. If I knew what I was looking for, I would've done it myself. And if everyone knew what they were doing, then there would be absolutely no need for CPA's in this world. Anyways, onto the progress report. I've put learning Chinese on hold for a minute so that I can focus on Japanese, and also on classes which start very soon. I've spent about three hours late last night learning the Katakana chart, and I've pretty much committed it to memory. Every character, every stroke, (in pen form), and every pronunciation is stuffed inside my noggin, waiting to be put to use some day. At first, I thought it would be impossible to remember all of them, but for some reason, my memory was working overtime, and I just started remembering everything. Now I just hafta keep jotting them down occassionally during the day so that it['s completely ingrained in my memory banks. Now, I need to learn Hiragana, which is the exact same chart as Katakana, but with different characters. Why the Japanese need two character sets for the same pronunciations is beyond me... but who am I to question??? I guess one is for Japanese derived words, and the other for foreign derived words. Either way, they're making it much harder than it really needs to be. Also... School Rumble is the shit. I've learned that when trying to learn Japanese, girly romance comedies are awesome because they have a lot of quirky inside jokes, not everyone speaks in the super humble way that most study guides and books try and teach you, and it's easier to try and predict what is gonna be said than in an action anime. Also, most of the time, rather, more often than in a boy's action cartoon, I can see people talking like they do in a girly romance anime in real life... their interactions with friends and such, being stupid, thinking to themselves, and cracking jokes. Sure, I can learn Japanese from a boy's action anime... but when will I go running down the street, screaming... "POWERFURRO SUPAH BEAM ATTACK PUUUUNCHHHHUUU!!!!" And thinking to myself, "the world is in ruins, I must use my esper to defeat the evil that has engulfed the world of Spicer, and rebuild our homeland... this evil must be defeated"... or "I must look into the heart of darkness to find the strength to level up and destroy the false king of Zabaru". Not very often. Anyhoo... leave a comment.

Ikkaga Desu Ka, Jobbu San

Hai, Okage sama de. Well, the heat wave continues. The humidity increases. And from what I can tell, there is no end to the amount of perspiration that can seep out of a human's pores. You'd think that you'd just dry up, and stop sweating, but I guess it doesn't work that way. Sucks to be my deoderant I guess. It's insanity, I tell you... insanity. Anyhoo... updates. I've gotten sick of being a lazy fatass, so I went out and bought a treadmill. Been running or walking every day with it, but without air conditioning upstairs, it's absolutely dreadful to do so. I have been losing some of the massive spare tire that has accumulated around my waist, but it'll be awhile before I get back to my prime state. Cops still harrass me for absolutely no reason whatsoever. No one get's a "failure to display front plate" tickets in Milwaukee. Yet, good old Jobbu-san has managed to acquire two in less than a month, by the same God damned cop. I hope he burns in hell, that no good, stalking cootch of a poo. Starting in September, I've decided to up the ante at school and rock a 12 credit semester. I've finally removed myself from final probabtion, only to probably end up right back on that sumumabitch if things end up crashing and burning and I can't handle all the stress. Rocking 40+ hours at work per week, combined with 12 credits at school, no days off, and trying to fit homework and linguistics studies in there is gonna be a bitch and a half. But someone's gotta do it... mainly me, cause if someone else does it, I don't get the credits. I think it's time to trade in the EVO. Gas prices are kicking my ass, and if I hafta be at school and work 7 days a week, gas prices are gonna send me to the poor house. If only I could get a moto-scooter, or a hoveround or something. That'd be the perfect solution. Tekken: Dark Ressurection is the Dog's Bollocks. That game is near perfect, minus the PSP's horrible directional pad. In my humble opinion, the PSP's directional pad is the worst directional pad ever concieved. The diagonals are never where they were two seconds ago, they move around like a baby taking cherry cough medicine. Sony needs to remake the PSP, much like Nintendo remade the DS. Give it a normal directional pad, not this abomination of a moving d-pad. Makes me want to choke a bitch.