7:15 AM-New York City-Rockefeller Plaza-Nintendo World Store-No Wiis-Disappointment-Toys R Us near Orange- Wiis-Legend of Zelda-Debit Card Malfunction-Panic-Miracle-Bragging rights.

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"The dystopian city where the protagonists live "controls" its citizens' anuses for stable energy supply and rewards "outstanding" citizens who move their bowels frequently with addictive popsicles. As a result, the city is awash with addicts. In this climate, Aachi (voiced by Ryoo Seung-beom) and Ssipak (Im Chang-jeong) want to take advantage of Ippeuni or "beautiful girl" (Hyeon Yeong), who passes more than a dozen stools a day, to set up a popsicle cartel. Bojagi ("wrapping cloth") King (Sin Hae-cheol), who is infertile because of his popsicle addiction, leads efforts to hunt down the three, who set off on an oddball journey to escape."

What the fuck?!

Is there any hope for my pants? It seems like time's running out, and I'm no seamstress.

I remember several years ago my paternal grandmother passed away. She was living in a retirement community in Guilford at the time, and I remember that they had a little sign that they put up to recognize her passing. The thing is, they misspelled her (and mine as well, I suppose) last name. What fun. It was fairly depressing. Though "Kochakian" is a hard word to spell properly, especially if you have to correctly spell the surnames of dead senior citizens all the time.

Going through a box of old nerf darts and foam discs in my basement, I found a set of wooden fruit. It used to live in a rather hip Crate & Barrel-esque wooden bowl in my dining room, but when my house disintegrated my sister commandeered it. I suppose she tired of it, though. So now I have wooden lemons and such. Whenever I look at it, I forget that it's not actually faux-fruit and wonder why I have a bunch of grapes on my desk.

Sitting anywhere (though mostly in Mr. Dudley's class), I think of the weirdest things. I once spent 30 minutes in Physics fantasizing about a Panera tuna salad sandwich that I had eaten the previous day. I have the best memory ever; I can pinpoint my exact desires. I can remember to take pictures of upside down folk art penguins, even. Though I can't recall any of it when I'm actually in a situation where I could accomplish such things.

The past week I collected words in the margins of my notebooks. I thought they were pretty interesting words, and maybe I'd do something suitably fun with them. Words like "belong". "Belong" really intrigues me, but it's almost quaint to use in conversation. Say just about any word 5 times and it'll unravel. I'm aware of the english language, and I think I speak it in my mind. I wonder what thinking would be like if my native language were ... Russian, or somesuch. Usually it's not a good idea to think about thinking too much, though. I just end up frustrated.

My brother finally got some kind of bachelor's degree after 5 years. He had a year of internship somewhere. I think he was building tanks or something, but he won't really say anything about it. One time he did say that he wasn't allowed to take pictures of anything in his workplace, and that he put googly eyes on a "prototype model", or something. Anyway, he's back living with us again until he goes to graduate school. Usually I only see him around holidays, so I'm sort of disoriented (certain groups say that if you put candles on birthday cakes, children will associate fire with presents).

I wish I still had photoshop. I think my brother comes into my room at night and deletes all my pirated software, this is the third time it's mysteriously disappeared from my computer.

When I drive my brother's car, I'm always at fault. I drive over lines, or too much to the right, stop too suddenly, or any number of thing. The one time he praised my driving is when I ran over that bird. Then he told me that I didn't do anything incorrectly, but that the bird just flew into me. Arguably the bird did just that, but he certainly was full of praise for me at that moment.

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