As much as I hate to admit it I had, yet again, one of those dreams where I was pregnant (this time shopping for clothes specially made for pregnant women… yeah). I had the big belly and everything, and I recall holding the newborn baby in my arms just before I woke up. So after I woke up I was really sad because it had only been a dream. Ugh, I’m torn. Usually I’m just happy no kids come anywhere near me, but mornings like that… ah man, it just bothers me. But I suppose it’s only natural for women in my age… right?

I’m pretty sure I want to have a baby of my own someday. The thing is I’d like to get one before I’m thirty, because a) it’s safer, b) I wouldn’t want to be a really old mom. I’m turning 21 tomorrow, so I can’t say I have *that* many years on me to reproduce according to plan. Ideally I would like to get married before actually popping out any kid, too. So um, yeah… crap. I’m not even anywhere near finishing any sort of degree at school, but the fact remains that I’ll quite soon have to think about making my own family too. Which makes me kiiiind of anxious.

Also hardcore beating with a nightstick and screaming from the top of my lungs. STOP GODDAMNIT OR I’LL HIT YOU!

No, I didn’t (sadly?) have any S&M kinky lesbian sex, I’m just training to become a security steward. Isn’t that just charming.

Naturally we started with some good ol’ brain numbing theory, after which we went outside and started training to defend ourselves with the nightstick (my attempts were not very impressive, but I’ll get it eventually…). Afterwards we did all sorts of amusing things with a bunch of handcuffs; from the very basics of just cuffing someone who is standing to bringing them down and cuffing them on the ground and then lifting the poor bastards off the ground. We also trained to do body searches (this is where the breast “fondling” applies). Then we went back outside again to do some voice volume exercises while fending off a person with the nightstick. We also applied the same voice training to when someone charged at us, we had to push them away and tell them to stop.

I was starting to get bored by all the theory, but now I’m actually having fun! Our instructor is very entertaining as well, so what’s there to complain about.

Getting hard to write, my arm muscles are kind of dead from beating stuff with that stick with all the strength I have :D So yeah, I’m done!

Which means good morning in Japanese. Which means I got 4 hours of sleep tonight, sh*t! I can only blame myself though, there’s no reason for me to go to bed so late.

I usually wake up imediately when the alarm goes off, but today I nearly missed that too. I woke up because the mailman happened to come by with the morning paper, then I realized the alarm was beeping really loudly. Whoops. I suspect the mailman slammed paper in extra hard to wake me up, I don’t know if I should be angry or grateful. On top of it all I nearly decided to just go back to sleep and not go to where I have to be in 30 mins, but then I actually found some tiny motivational particle, got up and into the shower.

So where am I going? First-aid training at Wasalandia. Feels like such a waste of time tbh, but I have to go, I simply have to. On the way back home I can drop by the store and then I can go back to sleep for a few hours if I feel like it. Sounds like a plan to me! Toodles ~

Yesterday my very good friend Tomoko came over to my place for a visit. Naturally since we are talking about me and Tomoko food has to be involved, so yes, we did make dinner! Tomoko prepared some delicious buta no shogayaki (ginger pork) and rice, while I prepared the dessert, more exactly exotic yoghurt dessert. As you see the dishes are links, so feel free to click on them and get the recipes (both are d-e-l-i-c-i-o-u-s)!

The weather was beautiful so of course we had our dinner outside on my sunny balcony. Afterwards we ended up sitting there for hours until the sun went down behind some building. In the evening we watched some TV and naturally we had to see the Eurovision Song Contest second semi-final! Pretty nice songs made it through to the final, I don’t like the Swedish entry at all though. Charlotte Perelli is fugly, the performance was “cold” and lacked any passion at all. The Ukraine on the other hand… ohmigod, I love the song so much! I am still cheering for Finland of course, but if we don’t win then the Ukraine HAS TO. Srsly. Listen to the Ukrainian entry called Shady Lady sang by Ani Lorak HERE.

Just take a look at me
Deep inside and you’ll see
All I kept under cover
There is one thing I bet
You’re about to regret
I’m no longer your lover

Shady Lady I’m gonna strike like thunder
Are you ready I wanna make you wonder
Rollin’ steady I’m gonna make you shiver
My heart is burning now

Plot summary:

Jeffrey Blitz directs this comedy that follows in the footsteps of teen outsider indies such Donnie Darko, and Napoleon Dynamite. Set in New Jersey, the film follows Hal Hefner (Reese Thompson) in his attempts to go through high school unnoticed. This is made considerably harder by his obvious stutter and inability to verbalize even the most basic statements, not to mention his thoughts and feelings. Bringing him no help are his strange and abusive older brother Earl (Vincent Piazza), his recently divorced parents, his mother’s live-in boyfriend, and his school’s inadequate speech therapist. When the school’s bossy, attractive debate champion Ginny Ryerson (Anna Kendrick) tries to recruit Hal as her debating partner, good sense tells him no but his hormones cry yes, and soon Hal finds himself confronted with growing feelings for Ginny as well as the looming humiliation of having to compete in the state finals.

Ramblings: Okay fine, I did not really get this movie. The guy stutters, debates some, fails (as all teenagers do) and gets over it. So? This is nowhere near the brilliance of Blitz’s previous movies.

The only thing that really made me react more than with groans of boredom was the introduction to the actual debating hobby people have in the States. While it is a pretty special talent I don’t really see the point in it. You talk a gazillion words per minute and for what? If the emphasis would actually be on the subjects debated and getting an opinion of your own I would understand, but these kids just ramble memorized sentences, word for word. God damn Yankees.

Score: 1 out of 5

Misc.: Check out the trailer at Apple Trailers or read more about the movie at IMDb!