Someone had closed down their blog and its remnants led to a bunch of blank pages with a single link. After going through a few iterations, one of pages reported how the person was trying to create a page that wasn’t IE exclusive. I finally got to the new and revamped page and it was a 3D environment that visitors could interact with. The main form of interaction was posting pictures on the walls. What caught my attention was things that were posted on the glass were also visible on the other side.

I was already halfway through Monday and I haven’t completed my homework for physics class yet. Everyone was talking about something that would happen at 9PM Tuesday. Others were talking about their class schedule for the spring semester. My classes were to have one hour gaps between each of them. There was a Pokemon ad painted on the floor of the courtyard.

My Japanese teacher had assigned me to be a commander for some kind of war. The battle was won rather quickly and a friend was at a loss for she had just put up posters denoting the current conflict as the “400 year war”. We were still on the train.

I was at a winter school event and we were playing a game where we had to avoid the gaze of Santa who was walking around on the level below us. After an accumulation of points, a section of the room closed off. Everyone was confused for we had won the game but had no idea what was to happen now.

I was on the way home with my dad and we were buying train tickets. These tickets were special in the way that airplane ticket was bundled in as well. There was a line to buy tickets and a line to pass through the gates. These two lines were parallel to each other.

I was trying to find my way out of a bookstore with some friends from elementary school. The way out was to go up. At the top exit of one of the stairwells was an alcove of shirts. There was a sale that advertised one price for as many shirts as you can take within a certain time limit. We were no doubt slowed down by the masses of people gathered at the opening. I think we lost some members of our party as well.

The cult of the “cutest child in the world” was rising in popularity. Although this child was all over the media, one of the reasons people fawned over him was because he was “not interested in entertainment.”

I was walking through a bookstore and while we walked by a shelf of comic anthologies, a friend picked out an especially thick volume as he turned to ask, “who would actually read from a book bound in such a large tome?”

My father got a cramp in his leg while doing yoga stretches. He said this was why his legs were always so short.

I opened my drawer to find that mini milky way bars were scattered along with my stationary.