Todays party with the five year olds went ok… met an American who was so naive as to be unbelievable. I mean I have ideals and they do include not invading other countries or telling other people how to live their lives but I do think a line has to be drawn when it comes to civil rights and human rights abuses. He didn’t seem to think the line needed to be drawn, or else was so nervous about drawing it that I think he came across as just too wanting to live in his own little bubble.
I don’t know what I think anymore sometimes. I feel like I’m sitting in my own pleasant western world and not doing shit to prevent the horrors that are perpetrated around me.
My Japanese lesson went badly. This after I was told at school how well my predecessor could speak Japanese after he’d been in Japan for eight months. Yes I am officially crap at Japanese, which is depressing me and making it increasingly difficult to stay motivated and study it!
And to top it all off I arrived home to a parcel from the Jellicle which contained a letter informing me that the bailiffs were going to be sent to number 18. Oh the joys of post.
I’m going to bed. Tommorrow is another day and all that crap.