2025.04.21 꽃신 is visiting. right now she is getting a crash course on website building from braxton. they are both wearing yellow overalls. i'm extremely behind on assignments. i had the idea to start some kind of dream buying-and-selling business for one of them, but the korean psychics online are saying you should leave that stuff alone because it could be dangerous. i've decided to drop it, at least until i have more reliable spiritual information. we are making 궁중떡볶이 and watching nomad (1982) on the crt tonight. my only friend in amsterdam canceled. i also invited someone from my school who has strange but great vibes. i'm proud of myself for doing that. we'll see how it goes. i hope i'll be able to invite more and more people i don't know that well to the dvd nights without overthinking. like lyra with the small baby that had just started walking the day before we met them. the baby has probably learned a bunch of new things by now. maybe it talks? i'm gonna have to find out. i'm bringing 꽃신 to class tomorrow, i think. i will apologise for the mess, buy her soup at the canteen, take her to the workshops, say a bunch of names. 2025.02.17 today i learned that i don't actually know how to whistle. all this time i had been blaming evelyn, from the mutter-kind-kur i went to in 2nd grade, for teaching me how to whistle while inhaling. i thought that this was why i unlearned how to whistle normally, while exhaling. turns out there is some complex tongue-shaping involved that i never even knew i had to do in order to whistle properly. sorry evelyn for calling you a bitch every time i couldn't whistle. 2025.02.11 in the dream i was at school. at some point i realised with horror that we hadn't had math class since the beginning of the year, and no history class for a few months already. caroline said the history teacher had retired and there was nobody to take his place. she said, let's take thursday to go over all of history, should be enough time! the whole day i was packing my bag, to carry it god knows where. running around, i saw the retired history teacher sitting in front of the classroom door trying to flirt with the students passing by. "excuse me, i just wanted to say..." you had to turn him down like you would a cult member on the street, apologetic frown, palms to the sky, already gone.