will you walk into my parlour, said the spider to the fly
and the obaachantachi captured the poor little boy. atashi toshi shita na no ni.
But we fed him. maji fuufuu na kanji da ne, uchi no sanningumi ga ne.
I'm not even sure how 3 people can have an 'old married couple' feeling, but somehow.
2nd day of total unproductiveness.
maa ne. I'm shoring up my social network.
i hate three day weekends.
went shopping; bought 3 shirts, one of which will be the jianjian's, and a pair of 10 dollar fuck me heels. I'd hoped to wear them to dip-ball, but yappari ne, they don't go with the dress. oh well. I'll still wear them. they're really very comfy--esp for 4 inch heels.
I love my syntax ta's handwriting.
It is teh awesome.
But not as teh awesome as nihongofrancais
Or the jianjian. (Omedetou! the jianjian!!)
yesterday for dinner I ended up going out to Chinatown to some chinese restaurant whose name I forget (I can get there again, but i didn't think to look at the name going in) with a bunch of people. Most of the usual group who goes (myself not one of them) studied abroad in China mitai and so everything was ordered in mandarin. I was so proud of myself for understanding what we were getting, even if I couldn't say any of it back.
So, shao long bow, jiaozhi (3), chao shil, rice (duh), some random pork dish, and peking duck.
Also, better Chinese beer than I knew existed. chotto takai, yatsu, amerika de.
got home around 11:30, up till around 4.
Woke up late and went straight to 'lunch' with aliza and james -- chipotle. then the shopping.
For dinner I had the rest of my potatoes, made spanish omelette style. They were kind of bimyou potatoes, to say the least. I have 4 more on my shelf which I think I'm just going to throw out because I'm not sure i trust them far enough to eat.
Then stillesprite came home with kikuchi-kun (they spent the day art-museum-ing) and we ended up grazing until around 12 (or later, in some cases). Everything from edamame to my first guiness to left-over 手作りno Valentine's chocolates.
Maa, I guess some other things are mixed in too. For someone good at compartmentalizing her life, I'm very bad at compartmentalizing my stories.
But we fed him. maji fuufuu na kanji da ne, uchi no sanningumi ga ne.
I'm not even sure how 3 people can have an 'old married couple' feeling, but somehow.
2nd day of total unproductiveness.
maa ne. I'm shoring up my social network.
i hate three day weekends.
went shopping; bought 3 shirts, one of which will be the jianjian's, and a pair of 10 dollar fuck me heels. I'd hoped to wear them to dip-ball, but yappari ne, they don't go with the dress. oh well. I'll still wear them. they're really very comfy--esp for 4 inch heels.
I love my syntax ta's handwriting.
It is teh awesome.
But not as teh awesome as nihongofrancais
Or the jianjian. (Omedetou! the jianjian!!)
yesterday for dinner I ended up going out to Chinatown to some chinese restaurant whose name I forget (I can get there again, but i didn't think to look at the name going in) with a bunch of people. Most of the usual group who goes (myself not one of them) studied abroad in China mitai and so everything was ordered in mandarin. I was so proud of myself for understanding what we were getting, even if I couldn't say any of it back.
So, shao long bow, jiaozhi (3), chao shil, rice (duh), some random pork dish, and peking duck.
Also, better Chinese beer than I knew existed. chotto takai, yatsu, amerika de.
got home around 11:30, up till around 4.
Woke up late and went straight to 'lunch' with aliza and james -- chipotle. then the shopping.
For dinner I had the rest of my potatoes, made spanish omelette style. They were kind of bimyou potatoes, to say the least. I have 4 more on my shelf which I think I'm just going to throw out because I'm not sure i trust them far enough to eat.
Then stillesprite came home with kikuchi-kun (they spent the day art-museum-ing) and we ended up grazing until around 12 (or later, in some cases). Everything from edamame to my first guiness to left-over 手作りno Valentine's chocolates.
Maa, I guess some other things are mixed in too. For someone good at compartmentalizing her life, I'm very bad at compartmentalizing my stories.