The weather was so bad today. The wind howled like a monster outside the house, shoving things around, and clawing at windows. This sounds like hyperbole, but it's not. The house shook, things flew away, and the doors shuddered with the wind. I can see why the ancients saw wild dragons in the wind. It was like some dragon howled past the house and turned on it again and again, its scales scraping the side of the house, clawing at my windows, and screaming to be let in. The sky was brown with dust and dirt, still cold with a touch of winter. The mountains, the CITY, was invisible because of the dirt.
It sucked. I stayed inside and just listened to it, screaming like a friggin' beast that had been denied a meal.
On the other hand, I had Saku*Saku Caramel Panda Cookies. That was awesome.
On Tuesday, I had gone over to Akikochan's place. Believe it or not, Akiko was carrying a food grudge from when she last made me omuraisu and it didn't turn out well. It was fine. Ketchup is like garlic: it drowns out everything. Regardless, she was holding a grudge because everyone knew that she had made me omuraisu and it hadn't come out right.
Because of my BIG MOUTH this, Taka's fiancee went off and pulled a doozy on Akiko. She invited her to dinner and she made (you guessed it) omuraisu.
Akiko was PISSED. She was determined to prove herself!!
This is why this last time, when I came over, she was 100% determined to make GOOD omuraisu. The funny thing is, though, she never goes shopping ahead of time, so she never has all the ingredients. zannen, desune?
She actually made it with tuna, since she KNEW I hated pork, but I hate tuna too. I just let it go. Ketchup is a global food flavor leveler. EVERYTHING tastes like ketchup if you put enough.
And there is a LOT of ketchup on omuraisu.
Me? I didn't care. But it was my fault for teasing her about it in front of others, particularly Taka, who is a bit of an ass, really.
I also went shopping on Wednesday with Z. We hit up the Hawaiian BBQ place, because I was HUNGERING for katsu. I don't make fried foods, so I have to go buy them. We stopped at the outlet mall where I finally found a purse that looked like a SATCHEL. Yes, I had been looking for one of those. The sales chick was funny, because I found it at the Kenneth Cole store, and I was eyeballing it all hardcore and stuff, and I said, "WAIT! IS THIS A MURSE??"
She actually didn't know what I meant, which I thought was funny, but I mean "Man-Purse." Which is a purse a man carries, YES. Literal meaning. Z said she'd whack any guy she saw with a Murse, but I said it LOOKS better than a fanny pack. The final decision was "GOD MADE POCKETS." Yes, I concur, but still... anything looks better than a fanny pack. It's like the new Pocket Protector, seriously.
I DID buy it, but that's because it was just the right size to carry a few pens, a book, a journal, and other stuffs. This is what I want in a purse: a miniature backpack.
In the meantime, I received and conquered GOD OF WAR III, which was a study in pure AWESOMENESS!!
I re-read Nodame Cantabile and Ruruouni Kenshin because it had been too long and I needed a recharge. I caught up with some movies like Zombieland (adequate for a ZOMBIE flick), Tokyo Zombie (I LOVE YOU ASANO-KUN!!!), Surrogates (my mom's pick... not TOO bad...), and Planet 51 (also my mom's pick. I fell asleep.).
Ah, I will be WITHOUT my laptop for like, (OMG) a week, as I have to send it to the Dell guys. I dropped it and the plastic molding outside the monitor came loose. Seriously, this is like... DEFECTIVE. I have NEVER had so many problems with a Dell!!!
Now, I am just watching Men Who Stare at Goats and falling asleep. I go back to work on Monday. I have 150 copies left. I'm going to go complain.
Ja ne...!