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With the Taiwanese version of the F4. Just the them, no Tsukushi that I could see. But Yuki and Kazuya got to be in, so Iapos;m mildly puzzled.

I hate to say, but itapos;s really hard to tell the four guys doing the F4 apart. If it wasnapos;t for the fact that each chapter only featured one of them, except for the bit where they were looking for Sojiro and other short chunks like that, I would have had a really hard time following the storyline. But the photo gallery, especially. If Sojiro and Akira have the same hairdo, I have no clue which of them is who. Got to be more careful on the casting choice. Maybe they look more different if you pay attention to what they sound like.

Must be interesting, having everything written in essentially kanji. You couldnapos;t pull off that sign in Japan, unless it was a brand name. I wonder who spotted the sign effect and worked the story around it. I assume that the people who made the show did their own sign so that it was the right characters, but having the sun glare effect had to be real, right?

Iapos;m mildly puzzled by the names, too. Like the Domyoji chapter, the subtitle said Serena, but it sounded a heck of a lot like apos;shishiapos; when they were saying her name. Beats me. Even the guys. Definitely werenapos;t being called by their Japanese names, but I assume it was the Chinese pronounciation of their name kanji. Probably.

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Well I went to the club tonight and had some fun I guess. Nothing compared to the fun at Spiral earlier in the spring. I did feel kinda awkward when everyone started to leave----I sat alone most of the time----wishing i had a GUY or something with me. The girls went out on the dance floor and randomly found guys and of course i was pretty much the only gay person in the entire building.

What I cant understand is WHY I cannot even impress one guy? ((long story in which I will not get into)) ANY GUY? Do I need to be 5apos;10", fucking HOT, be in love with rap music, and have fucking amazing clothing? seriously? Canapos;t ANY GUY appreciate someone who will understand them or someone whoapos;ll sit and listen to them and be there for them when they need someone? NO. NO they fucking wonapos;t.

I just SIMPLY do not understand how people get such a simple thing like a relationship....HOW. Itapos;s like they step outside and a man rains from the sky for them. "Just wait Donny." WTF NOBODY ELSE HAS TO FUCKING WAIT (excluding like two other people I know) FUCK WAITING. JESUS FUCKING MARY H. LUCIFER JEHOVAH CHRIST

"Be positive Donny. You get what you put out."

This comment here....pisses me off so much that I could strike someone with a lightening bolt. I can name countless times where I was wrapped in a blanket of joy----making other people happy...and was completely happy with myself yet some fucking thing happened to fuck it up. I DON"T BELIEVE IN THE BELIEF THAT I GET WHAT I PUT OUT. Iapos;m not trying to be vain, but I put out A LOT of good. It TAKES good to sit and listen to everybody all the time----which is what I love doing. So i swear to god, if I get this comment from someone again I will probably not talk to that person again.

I feel broken people. And itapos;s not like the broken once...and everything gets better. It is a continual process for he past 2 weeks. Broken once....twice a day later, a third time the next day....

Somedays I just wish someone would sit down like I do with everyone else and UNDERSTAND ((which I do kknow some of you do)). And itapos;s not a case of me not helping myself, because I have been being self-indulged a lot lately.

And whatapos;s worse...I canapos;t CRY anymore. I donapos;t think many people realizes how much of a gift it is to cry....it gives a sense of relief. I CANapos;T CRY for some fucking contorted reason. Iapos;ve physically tried to make myself cry even, and I canapos;t. I canapos;t write anymore...I have NO inspiration to do anything. All I can write is in this journal because it helps me get this shit out of my head even though I know most people on my friends list donapos;t even read what I have to say.

Iapos;m really sorry I have to post something this bitchy. I need to get it out of me...This is my only outlet that is SAFE that doesnapos;t involve breaking things.

God I love helping people....I just wish....someone would sit down and listen without me having to worry that I am hurting them by throwing whatapos;s bothering me at them.

......Iapos;m done.

I have nothing else to say.

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I just applied for a new house.
I might move in with jeremy.
I might be uncle danny.....weird.
I just made fucking great onion rings.
Shit is crazy these days
shit hasnt hit the fan
shit--I hate my chem class.
shit--should i audit it?
Fuck, im an idiot
Fuck i have a lot of photos to edit
Fuck i cant forget to make the halloween flier
Fuck the movie i just saw on the tube was the fucking stupidest thing ive ever seen

well all in all the day has been relaxing and not rushed but busyish for a b day.� cooked. Get to see linzi get to see a concert with my dad.� should be a good good day.

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Somebody convinced me to eat Indian food for the first time today. Suddenly I feel tons more cultured.

I live on the North end of a major thoroughfare. Itapos;s actually the old highway before they replaced it with the Freeway. The Indian food restaurant I chose to have deliver my food is on the South end of the same street. It took the delivery guy nearly an hour (perhaps longer, Iapos;m not a good timekeeper) to find my address. He kept calling me.
"Where do you live?" heapos;d ask in his thick Indian accent. "Is it by the Plaza?"
"No." Iapos;d reply, trying my hardest to be nice. "Itapos;s the North end. You have to travel North."
"By the plaza?"
"No, thatapos;s South. You have to go North."
And on and on in this manner.

Eventually he found my apartment, although I had to walk out into the street to flag him down.

Having never had Indian food, and knowing Nothing about it I accidentally ordered enough food to feed me for a week. But for $33 who can complain? I didnapos;t realize that you have to put the food together yourself, and it all looked like a bunch of sauce with one tub of rice to me. Iapos;m used to food thatapos;s more a solid than a liquid and comes already prepared on your plate. However, after fumbling around for a bit and asking Jeffrey to tell me what all this stuff was and how to eat it I�succeeded in making myself a plate of frighteningly Orange food that sent me into an asthma attack almost immediately.

I must admit, the first bite was awful. Not nauseating, but still really bad. It tasted exactly as it smelled, and it smelled rancid. But Iapos;m nothing if not persistent and adventurous. The second bite was much better and by the third bite I was completely hooked. So I ate up the small amount I had put on my plate and decided to try the Green sauce on the rice. It didnapos;t start out nearly as bad, but it also didnapos;t end up nearly as good.

In the end though, I was pleasantly surprised. I�was pretty sure Indian food was disgusting. But I was wrong. And I donapos;t mind being wrong when it means there is more food in this world for me to eat.

So today I learned that I like Orange Indian food, but Iapos;m not so fond of the Green.

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