I am so in love with my Japanese teacher.

Then again I think most of my class is, so it's all cool.

Pretty sure I'm the only one who gets all squee just looking at her ankles, though.

I blame it on the clicky shoes.

I could probably make an entire post about my enormous, shoujo-bubble-filled, forever unrequited love for this woman (despite the fact that I make a daily practice of awkwardly mutilating her language), but sadly, I have a project to work on for Copeland (who I am also in love with, but in a way that involves less squealing and more wanting to be her when I grow up).

Also, Boka, you best not skip out on J-Pa 2: Revenge of the J-Pa (Night of the Living J-Pa, maybe?). Wes should be sending emails around tonight.