Bleeding Fiction

Despite failing, despite having given up on doing the actual work for now, I'm still going to Japanese class. I feel as if I have something to prove, though I'm not exactly sure what or to whom. I feel really awkward being in class, though. The teacher doesn't call on me anymore, which isn't so bad itself, but the way she pretty obviously skips over me makes me just feel put out.

Then there's the thing with Natalie (erm... The Young Lady No Longer In Question). Walking past her before or after class and not talking to her feels funny; it's a strange thing to cut someone out of your life, especially when you still have to see them every day. By rights, I shouldn't care about this so much; I only knew the girl for a week. But the point I've been making the past week's been that we just clicked; why should it be easy? Still, I'm thinking about it less than I used to. I'm sure I'll be fine by week's end.

In the meanwhile, and in the class I'm actually doing well in, my professor asked me to help him with a new exchange program with UW proposed by a new-style Japanese University. If it goes through, it'd be pretty cool for both schools, as well as me personally, as I'd get to build fun job contacts and resume material.

Anyway, I'm a bit under the weather today; my throat's raw and my teeth feel ill-fitting in my gums. I might've had a fever earlier, but I think it's gone now. I'll turn in early tonight and see what tomorrow brings.