Love is in the air...
Fumi-san (the program coordinator) has informed us that in its 7 semesters of existance, the Tsuru program has yet to send a group of yuugakusei back to the States without one of them hooking up with a tutor. Make that eight semesters. Actually, being Mike's neighbor, I've been aware of Marippe dropping by his apartment almost daily for well over a month, but I didn't feel like mentioning it earlier; now that they've made it public, I figure I might as well spread the love. ;D Dunno what they're going to do when Mike leaves for home at the end of the month, but it sort of puts the long-distance relationships I see online in perspective...
Oh, and
Which Sesame Street Muppet's Dark Secret Are You?
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Snuffy's Suicide Attempts: Poor baby, life is rough for you, huh? No one seems to see you, no one notices your pain--except for your friend Big Bird, but he's alway off hanging out with his other friends. You wish you were him, all happy and curious and popular and bright yellow. You feel like his shadow anymore, like the only reason you exist is to amuse him. It's hard being somebody's imaginary friend. But stop trying to kill yourself--imaginary people can't kill themselves. Sorry. And hey, maybe tomorrow you'll feel better! Someday people will see you, I promise.
This one seems alarmingly common among my online friends. Must be all the loners.
And I had to hold off posting this for several hours because LJ was doing maintenance. As was Keenspot. Take out half my online addictions, will ya?
Oh, and
Which Sesame Street Muppet's Dark Secret Are You?
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Snuffy's Suicide Attempts: Poor baby, life is rough for you, huh? No one seems to see you, no one notices your pain--except for your friend Big Bird, but he's alway off hanging out with his other friends. You wish you were him, all happy and curious and popular and bright yellow. You feel like his shadow anymore, like the only reason you exist is to amuse him. It's hard being somebody's imaginary friend. But stop trying to kill yourself--imaginary people can't kill themselves. Sorry. And hey, maybe tomorrow you'll feel better! Someday people will see you, I promise.
This one seems alarmingly common among my online friends. Must be all the loners.
And I had to hold off posting this for several hours because LJ was doing maintenance. As was Keenspot. Take out half my online addictions, will ya?