So besides being retarded, I'm officially a nonmatriculated student at the University of Washington. Uh, go...being the low man on the totem pole? I'm back in 3rd year Japanese, and it looks like it will be fairly intensive. The class is conducted entirely 日本語で, and while my listening/reading comprehension rocks (surprisingly!), speaking still leaves something to be desired. How is it that the input and output capabilities of my brain can have such a large disconnect between them? I suspect that since I have the same problem in English, it's probably ingrained and I should just accept that I'm doomed to communicate like a moron for the rest of my life. Alas. Even more distressingly, the class is at 8:30 am, so those of you who know how well I deal with mornings should have some idea of how things are going, i.e. that's one strike against me right away.
In better news, I scored a plane ticket to the other Washington for a certain date in November at a great price, and am feeling quite stoked. Additionally, I've been pulling bits and pieces off of the Javelin and finding no new rust, which is yet another thing to be happy about. All in all, the past couple of weeks haven't been too bad.