My brain is on randomizer
I haven't written a word of actual story for NaNoWriMo, but I've got over 1000 words of outline for a Golden Pair angst-sap-smut-fest written in a notebook, and that's not even the whole story! umbrellaofdoom has requested that I include the line, "What faggotry was that?!" in it, and since Shishido is already a major character, it shouldn't be too hard. Except that he's to be involved in a lot of said faggotry, so... XD But I also have a list of other fic ideas, in case I run out of steam with the first one, so maybe I can include it in one of those.
Working with young children forces me to ask questions such as, "Yuriko, why are you sticking your hand up my shorts?"; "Hina, why are you trying to lift my skirt up?"; "Leon, why are you groping my breast?"; "Haruka, what do you think you're going to find in my back pocket?"
I love that in this country it's possible to buy super-cute shoes for under Y2000 (of course they were made in China!) that are comfortable to walk in! Now I have to bring myself to throw out the old, worn shoes that these new ones were meant to replace.
Studying for the JLPT has reminded me of how much I enjoy writing kanji, and how particular I am about them. There are some kanji that I just don't like the look of, such as 長 or 違 (and in that case, I retained the meaning immediately because it just looks wrong to me); others such as 家 or 機, I like the look of but can never seem to write gracefully; and others I like the look of and can write very prettily, such as 魚 or 遊.
Tabitha approves of the drop in temperature because it means I use more blankets, which means a cushier bed for her. Unfortunately, this also means that the centre of the futon is hers, and if I want to move my legs during the night I have to do it around her, because a comfortably sleeping cat weighs ten times more than that same cat does when awake -- she will not be budged. Also, she starts mewing at me earlier to get to bed. As she's doing right now.
I haven't yet finished writing my reports on the training workshops, and they have to be mailed Friday at the very, very latest.
K and I are already plotting next year's Halloween costume extravaganza, which will be Alice in Wonderland. She's to be Alice (because I don't want to be), I'm to be the Mad Hatter, and we'll have the White Rabbit, the Queen of Hearts, the Cheshire Cat and the Caterpillar. Ooh, I've got fabulous costume ideas dancing through my head already! I don't plan on making strict adaptations of the Disney versions of the characters, because I'm not sure the kids would recognise them anyway, and I don't want to make an actual caterpillar suit.
Now that Halloween's over, we get to look forward to Christmas! Last year, I was ever so happy that my mother had found me a copy of Nana Mouskouri's Christmas, which is an essential part of the season in my family. There are two other albums I'd like to have as well. One of them is Raffi's Christmas Album. What the other is, I have no idea, but it's an old tape my parents have, featuring traditional carols sung by a choir -- in my family, it's known as "the Grosse Marie tape", because my parents swear that at some point there is mention of "Grosse Marie". My brothers and I conceed that point, but we've always heard the beginning of one of the songs as, "Abu Dhabi bébé rose", even though the songs are all in English. I have no clue what the lyrics really are, and I don't really care.
Working with young children forces me to ask questions such as, "Yuriko, why are you sticking your hand up my shorts?"; "Hina, why are you trying to lift my skirt up?"; "Leon, why are you groping my breast?"; "Haruka, what do you think you're going to find in my back pocket?"
I love that in this country it's possible to buy super-cute shoes for under Y2000 (of course they were made in China!) that are comfortable to walk in! Now I have to bring myself to throw out the old, worn shoes that these new ones were meant to replace.
Studying for the JLPT has reminded me of how much I enjoy writing kanji, and how particular I am about them. There are some kanji that I just don't like the look of, such as 長 or 違 (and in that case, I retained the meaning immediately because it just looks wrong to me); others such as 家 or 機, I like the look of but can never seem to write gracefully; and others I like the look of and can write very prettily, such as 魚 or 遊.
Tabitha approves of the drop in temperature because it means I use more blankets, which means a cushier bed for her. Unfortunately, this also means that the centre of the futon is hers, and if I want to move my legs during the night I have to do it around her, because a comfortably sleeping cat weighs ten times more than that same cat does when awake -- she will not be budged. Also, she starts mewing at me earlier to get to bed. As she's doing right now.
I haven't yet finished writing my reports on the training workshops, and they have to be mailed Friday at the very, very latest.
K and I are already plotting next year's Halloween costume extravaganza, which will be Alice in Wonderland. She's to be Alice (because I don't want to be), I'm to be the Mad Hatter, and we'll have the White Rabbit, the Queen of Hearts, the Cheshire Cat and the Caterpillar. Ooh, I've got fabulous costume ideas dancing through my head already! I don't plan on making strict adaptations of the Disney versions of the characters, because I'm not sure the kids would recognise them anyway, and I don't want to make an actual caterpillar suit.
Now that Halloween's over, we get to look forward to Christmas! Last year, I was ever so happy that my mother had found me a copy of Nana Mouskouri's Christmas, which is an essential part of the season in my family. There are two other albums I'd like to have as well. One of them is Raffi's Christmas Album. What the other is, I have no idea, but it's an old tape my parents have, featuring traditional carols sung by a choir -- in my family, it's known as "the Grosse Marie tape", because my parents swear that at some point there is mention of "Grosse Marie". My brothers and I conceed that point, but we've always heard the beginning of one of the songs as, "Abu Dhabi bébé rose", even though the songs are all in English. I have no clue what the lyrics really are, and I don't really care.