Jun. 12th, 2017

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First of all, I would like to say happy belated 30th birthday to Leda from DELUHI! In my opinion, he is the most talented J-rocker of all time. I mean, listen to this:



And this:



Yes! I have officially made a contribution to J-rock June! Although I don't know if they'll show up. How do I even post YouTube links :S

Long live DELUHI! Well, I can't really say that. They disbanded... quite a while ago. Ah, whatever. Long live DELUHIsm! They are my favourite band.



Now, I just had my second and final English language paper. I was kinda worried about not writing enough, so I followed my friend Jordan's tactic of doing the really short question first (which I do anyways), but then doing the forty-mark question at the end immediately afterwards. It's about the same length as the others, mayhaps a tiny bit longer, so it's a pretty cunning tactic. Jordan has a rather annoying tendency to be right about everything... as in this conversation we had after the exam.
Me: I really like him.
J: I know you do!
Me: So... can you help me please?
J: If I help you, you'll just brush off my advice.
Me: No! I mean... can you help me actually talk to him?
J: You'll run off! I know you'll run off.
Me: No! I won't! I promise, this time I won't. Pinky promise I won't!
*pinky promise*
J: If you run off, I'm breaking your pinky (interestingly, in medieval Japan, if someone broke a pinky promise, they would have their pinky cut off).
Me: I won't!
So, Jordan and I walk in the direction of the boy I like, and what do I do? I fucking run off. Haah! Goshdurnit. It's not my fault he's so nerve-wrackingly, unbelievably, inhumanly perfect.

Now, to explain the title of this entry, which may, at first glance, seem a mite too jovial for a Monday. On my way to school this morning, four boys, all on bicycles, rode past me. The one in front said "Ha-ha, you can't catch me!" in a falsetto voice. It wasn't even 8:30am, but it made my day, weirdly.

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