In 6th grade (or maybe 7th), I wrote a little essay about cherry blossoms (for my friend). That showed how obsessed I was back then. I think I wrote it out in cursive. T_T; I wish I still had it.
We went out to eat again. Japanese restaurant run by Koreans + Frequent Visitors + Grandma’s birthday = We talked a lot, got free mochi, and an extra bowl of miso soup. 
I like those small Japanese restaurants. The atmosphere’s really warm and welcoming. Irashai!
Singing lessons went well, despite the lack of practice. I finally think I’m getting the feel of it all.
And I’ve progressed quite a ways on my college apps.
UC’s and USC.
It feels like a Sunday. I have so much homework.
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