The Dreaded Sushi Monster and Other Tales

I've been pretty busy. I was surprised to actually get a request to update my livejournal yesterday. Thanks uninspired_net. :) And holy fucking shit... your new design is bloody awesome. :) Kicks ass. Hard.

The Sushi Wars

Penny had a big adventure last week... unfortunately her literary agent wasn't doing her job and failed to report on it. The Dreaded Sushi Monster attacked the town of Corvallis on Friday night and the newest Incarnation of the Super Haoles (Penny and her new Japanese side-kick "Aki") were almost totally defeated. Late Friday night, all food creations using vinegar rice began to break apart and crumble into little pieces throughout the town of Corvallis. A sure sign that the Sushi Monster was nearby. Penny and Aki's efforts to repress the Dreaded Sushi Monster almost completely failed. They were barely able to confine The Monster to a small kitchen in a two story apartment building until Aki's International Crew arrived to save the day. Kosho, the shy leader of the group, was not only a black belt in all known forms of Martial Arts, but had majored in Food Science back in College. She led the attack on the Dreaded Sushi Monster and rolled him up into a VERY large sheet of nori where he was expertly sliced into monster-truck-tire sized sushi rolls and served to the starving children in Ethiopia. And so the city of Corvallis was saved!

Tomo and I discovered to our great surprise that my dad loves wasabi. Ha ha. Go Dad. Eat as much as you want. But be careful... or you'll experience the reciprocal of a "brain freeze". Bonnie wouldn't touch our Sushi though... Maybe she could smell the blood, sweat and tears which were shed during it's creation or something. (she has no idea...!)

Yesterday I think I failed a Chinese test. Ren Laoshi will probably give me an A again though... If I were grading my papers, I'd be getting Ds and Fs. Seriously. Sometimes I think that our teacher never tells us about our mistakes because he doesn't know how to say it in English. Studying under a teacher who constantly thanks you for coming to class (unprepared) and smiling (because you didn't do your homework) is really discouraging. There is no way to really improve, there is no way to really progress through him. It's like Otsubo-sensei's craziness multiplied by about 30 and passed through a "I can't speak English" filter about 75 times. If his eye ever starts twitching when he talks I think I am going to walk out of that class and never come back.

In other news: There was another fucking fire-drill in my hall this morning. This one was at 8am instead of 2am luckily. Still... I am going to tear to shreds whoever the fuck burned their toast this morning.

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