Nothing has happened in my life lately; I have also been thinking about nothing. Thus, I will write about someone else's life and thoughts, in the first person, just for fun. Perhaps a nine year old Japanese American boy in Ohio. Here we go.

I don't understand why my parents won't buy me a samuri sword. They keep telling me to "be attuned to my heritage," and yet they won't buy me a samuri sword. I just don't understand. I'll keep asking them. Something might happen if I keep asking them. I've never even seen one, except on TV. There was this one show where a guy had a sword and he was screaming as he jumped out of a window, "banzai!" I wonder what he meant, sceaming about a tree. Maybe he was jumping out of the window because of a tree. I don't understand it. They keep pushing me about my school work, too. They make little deals with me, like I can have a samuri sword when I'm fifteen, but only if I agree to take pre-calculus next year. It's boring is what it is, but what can I do? It would be terrible if I still can't have a sword by the time I'm fifteen. Maybe if I take calculus instead of pre, they'll give me the sword this year. Gonna go ask them.