Maybe if I keep my head pressed against my Japanese textbook long enough it’s contents will magically flow from the book into my brain.
Sailor Soldiers, the Japanese Sailor Moon cover band from earlier, updated with some new photos… and LOOK HOW AMAZING THEY ARE.
"This leaves men confused and unable to pigeonhole you. What they are forced to do instead is… take you seriously."
Reblog every time.
i will ALWAYS reblog this. I feel powerful just reading this photoset lol
I can’t believe I haven’t posted these yet #magnets #magneticpoetry #turndownforwhat
I’m currently wifi-less, so I might not be able to do it thoroughly for another week, but if be happy to do it after that.
It’s a live blogging kind of day. I’m so upset now. Vague blogging time.
So when I applied to teach here it really was because I wanted to teach abroad. Really. I promise. Teaching abroad was my dream. And I love my job so much. I’m so happy to have the privilege of being part of such an amazing thing, when I know how competitive this program is (doubly so since I know the turmoil of being an alternate. Heyyyy).
But when I applied there was something else in the back of my mind, which led me to request Shizuoka. And I didn’t expect to get my first pick, but then I did, and here I am. I was so ecstatic. And now I’m so let down. And I should have known I would be, because everyone told me I would be. But I’m stupid and I didn’t listen. I didn’t come half way across the globe just for this reason. But I also didn’t expect to come half way across the globe and be let down so much. I’m an idiot. I hate that I’m an idiot. I hate that I’m still an idiot. Still waiting for things to work out in the end, and magically be what I want them to be when I know they probably never will.
In a way I’m kind of angry. It’s really hard to vague blog about this. I feel… abandoned? I guess? Like, it’s no one’s responsibility to help me (except my supervisors and JTEs lol, please keep doing what y’all do), but don’t say you’re excited to see someone and then never talk to them again.
I don’t like myself right now. I hate that I’m probably going to keep trying until this has reached rock bottom. That’s the problem with these type of things. It’s easy for people to tell you to move on. It’s easy to think you yourself should move on. But the deeper you get into things like this the harder it is to pull yourself back out.
I’m just tired I guess.