I fail at programming (and liking people)

I just got back home from work.

Correction: I just got back home from failing at programming at work.

Here's a picture of what the place looked like before I left.

It was just me typing sullenly by myself in a basement room full of quietly whirring computers.  Well, there was one other girl and the janitor vacuuming outside the comp lab.  But they don't really count.

Anyway, I just suck at programming.  Basically everyone else left at 5:00 PM today except for me and the other girl.  D:  We had a few programming exercises to do, and it took me much longer than everyone else to semi-finish.  I think the reason why I'm so bad at writing code is because I'm so illogical.  Lol.

But at least I happily wake up every day to go spend time with my sexy instructor do work.  Ah, yes, I am very happy to see him every morning.  The anxious thought of my failing at programming is soothed by his guiding words and presence.  Every day during break, he tells us a short story about when he studied abroad in Japan.  The stories are always pointless and nerdy, but he's just so adorable when he talks about riding his little host sister's pink bicycle to school.  Alas, if he weren't married...

Lol, I'm getting creepy again.

Anyway, I'll share a few pictures of Shanty Town.  It's pretty messy.  :)

This is my bed on the floor.  Totoro just chillaxes all day.

Here's my living room.  I need to do some tidying up in the Shanty.

Here's my kitchen.  It has white cabinets like my old house.  They make me happy.

So yeah, I'm just livin' my days in Shanty Town.  Working, learning how to program from my attractive teacher, and eating a lot.  Hopefully, I'll get better at programming so as to not disappoint my kind, geeky "sensei."  He sometimes starts talking in Japanese during class (and I don't know whether I should feel embarrassed or giddy inside).  Ah well, he's married.  :(