Three years, baby! :D
Yes, my shiny new three-year visa, let me show you it. Or not. But it's here in my passport, and it's preeeeeetty. ^.^
Not so pretty was having to go out to Tachikawa to get it. Seriously, that place is so depressing, I think I'd go mad if I had to live there. Around the station is not so bad, but the rest of what I saw from the bus, around the immigration office and walking back to the station by a different route, was mind-numbingly grey and sad. Except for the Chinese restaurants I walked by, they were wonderful. At least, they smelled wonderful.
Anyone want to find some dim sum with me?
Last night was fabulous. Well, my mad dash from Kichijouji to Ikebukuro -- with 6 minutes spent squished against the doors of the train on the Saikyou line, barely able to breathe -- wasn't so great, but Kuroshitsuji musical? Oh, so good. I went in knowing the bare minimum about the characters, having only read the first chapter of the manga, but I emerged even more convinced I'm going to enjoy it quite a bit. The Undertaker was awesome! I only wonder how on earth he could see through his wig, because I was right up in the second row and I only once caught a glimpse of one of his eyes. XD
Rainy season-induced fluffiness notwithstanding, I really like my hair this length. Now I'm trying for a sort of garçonne look, and wish I hadn't so assiduously plucked my eyebrows during my teenage years. Not that I ever over-plucked them, and I've never been sorry I nipped the unibrow in the bud, but a little thicker would be nice... /whine
My apartment seems deserted now that Becca and V are gone. A is still here, but there's only one of him. I started him on Prince of Tennis last night (he's watching as I type, chuckling to himself), and we had a long discussion about which BL movie he should watch. My answer: Boys Love, just to laugh at the ending!
No I'm going to potter around and get ready for bed, because once again this weekend ne sera pas de tout repos.
Not so pretty was having to go out to Tachikawa to get it. Seriously, that place is so depressing, I think I'd go mad if I had to live there. Around the station is not so bad, but the rest of what I saw from the bus, around the immigration office and walking back to the station by a different route, was mind-numbingly grey and sad. Except for the Chinese restaurants I walked by, they were wonderful. At least, they smelled wonderful.
Anyone want to find some dim sum with me?
Last night was fabulous. Well, my mad dash from Kichijouji to Ikebukuro -- with 6 minutes spent squished against the doors of the train on the Saikyou line, barely able to breathe -- wasn't so great, but Kuroshitsuji musical? Oh, so good. I went in knowing the bare minimum about the characters, having only read the first chapter of the manga, but I emerged even more convinced I'm going to enjoy it quite a bit. The Undertaker was awesome! I only wonder how on earth he could see through his wig, because I was right up in the second row and I only once caught a glimpse of one of his eyes. XD
Rainy season-induced fluffiness notwithstanding, I really like my hair this length. Now I'm trying for a sort of garçonne look, and wish I hadn't so assiduously plucked my eyebrows during my teenage years. Not that I ever over-plucked them, and I've never been sorry I nipped the unibrow in the bud, but a little thicker would be nice... /whine
My apartment seems deserted now that Becca and V are gone. A is still here, but there's only one of him. I started him on Prince of Tennis last night (he's watching as I type, chuckling to himself), and we had a long discussion about which BL movie he should watch. My answer: Boys Love, just to laugh at the ending!
No I'm going to potter around and get ready for bed, because once again this weekend ne sera pas de tout repos.