A Visit!
My kung fu teacher came to visit me today. ^^ He came all the way from Des Moines, during riverfest, because he can't make it to my graduation (He would have come to my graduation! woah!). He's been one of those "good male influences" throughout parts of my life. And though we haven't been perfect all the time, it's been a good thing.
We talked about one of my stories, about supernatural stuff, about the evils in the world and how we don't want it to happen (though I tried to keep that stuff short). We hung around downtown and watched the pretty people (and the not so) and talked about what it is to be a real man and what (good?) women want. We ate at The Pit, a bbq place I have never been, despite them printing their menus at where I work. x); and always hearing about it at the dorms. It just looked so much like a dive that I didn't want to brave it, especially after dark. (I think it is an old gas station, minus the pumps. O.o) Oddly enough, it's also across the street from the holesome of wholesomes, the dairy queen. xD
He came for Riverfest because, as you know, I won the contest to design the t-shirts. The volunteers and staff all like them; even my japanese teachers did (we tried to go to the sushi workshop, but they ran out an hour early! I ran into the japanese teachers instead, ha ha!). Sifu had me sign the riv.fest shirt he bought. I feel super awesome. :3 I can't say I never did anything worthwhile or memorable now. x) Mission accomplished. With a simple t-shirt design contest. Yay.
I showed him around the pentacrest; we hung out at the nice view over the river and talked about the flooding. I heard today that they're going to relocate hancher, the music and performance space. Who knows where they'll move them to. .__.
There was also a heat wave today. It's about 80 and high, high august-like humidity. At least there's that high plains wind that I love so much and is os characteristic of Iowa City. Both Sifu and mom complained about it. I love it. But I wasn't driving in it. x)
I walked around in it, the wind and the heat reduced by it, enjoying it. I like humidity...I missed it so in Hokkaido. I like in small bursts, but honestly, if I don't get it during the summer, I just feel like it isn't me. Like I'm still waiting for the windless heat, to lie in a bed all covered in heavy humidity and a small sheen of sweat, wearing not much; I wait for it like the grounds wait for the heavy spring rains. (Which I am also fond of and anticipate every year. I love my "thunderboomers".) That is, to me, quintessential childhood and Iowa, and life. Corn too, even though I rarely saw it.
I walked down the street today, buzzing with the energy from still being tapped into my stories, and also about good music (i've started recording some with my mp3 player, off the radio. Oh how it makes my day to day life so much more joyous, to have good music!). I walked down the sunny sidewalk relishing the heat and walking into the wind, my arms outstretched and head tipped back. I'm sure someone thought I was weird but I'm sure more people thought that they wished they could do that in public. I'm happy, I am. I felt like i was capturing the wind in my hands. For the first time this year, the light looked like summer sun....it just had that quality to it. I am so happy, my eyes are seeing better. (My eyes don't focus as well if I'm depressed or stressed.) I saw clearly things in the church's stain glass windows from Philips' hall's third floor that I don't remember having seen that way before. I was exstatic. It's such a nice day (even though the drunks outside my open windows are holloring. Ahh, the sound of humans at play). The windows are open. The air is circulating like way back when. Fond memories, that I can't quite think of, of happy times, hot nights, and loving mother are all coming back to float around happily and then return to where they were hiding. I'm really happy. I love the summer. This is what the Summer of Dreams is supposed to be like. One day, I may write down it properly. Hopefully, before I have to get taken away from it (like for a job, not being morbid here...though I could be, if it's more poetic? :P ). No doubt I'll make it. That's for sure.
Back to the other stuff:
I got to give sifu directions over the phone. I really like navigating people around by phone. I dunno why, but I always have.
I've been writing a lot the last week and a half, two weeks. I caught all up on bleach and it has inspired many hitsugaya-centered fics. I'm so psyched about them all though.
I uploaded a D.gray drabbly-ficcy-mind barf fic, and while written very well, it is just an expose' of Allen's experience during one cannon scene. The cool points are that I got it done, and 4 people already put it on alert for the next scene of exploration, and one reviewed (though a very small, "i liked it, good job" review. But i'm not complaining.). Woo hoo! I didn't know people actually watched my account...at all. I guess I've collected some over the years. ;)
Does anyone know how to reply to reviews on fanfiction.net? I sure don't, to my great sadness. 9__9
But I'm really glad Sifu came, getting back to that and wrapping this up. It was such a nice occassion, I thought I'd write about it; I want to remember it. Really, the old bad things are disappearing, and I wonder if it's not for good that they're gone. (Meaning "finally"--'for the better' also applies, but that's not in question.) I wanna cry. For what, I'm not sure. Because I'm happy. Because I'm loved and I love myself. Because I'm safe or saved. I got out.... This is what I wanted, what lays before me. Thank god I made it. And for everything I've got, and everything I'm going to try to spring for. Here goes nothing!
We talked about one of my stories, about supernatural stuff, about the evils in the world and how we don't want it to happen (though I tried to keep that stuff short). We hung around downtown and watched the pretty people (and the not so) and talked about what it is to be a real man and what (good?) women want. We ate at The Pit, a bbq place I have never been, despite them printing their menus at where I work. x); and always hearing about it at the dorms. It just looked so much like a dive that I didn't want to brave it, especially after dark. (I think it is an old gas station, minus the pumps. O.o) Oddly enough, it's also across the street from the holesome of wholesomes, the dairy queen. xD
He came for Riverfest because, as you know, I won the contest to design the t-shirts. The volunteers and staff all like them; even my japanese teachers did (we tried to go to the sushi workshop, but they ran out an hour early! I ran into the japanese teachers instead, ha ha!). Sifu had me sign the riv.fest shirt he bought. I feel super awesome. :3 I can't say I never did anything worthwhile or memorable now. x) Mission accomplished. With a simple t-shirt design contest. Yay.
I showed him around the pentacrest; we hung out at the nice view over the river and talked about the flooding. I heard today that they're going to relocate hancher, the music and performance space. Who knows where they'll move them to. .__.
There was also a heat wave today. It's about 80 and high, high august-like humidity. At least there's that high plains wind that I love so much and is os characteristic of Iowa City. Both Sifu and mom complained about it. I love it. But I wasn't driving in it. x)
I walked around in it, the wind and the heat reduced by it, enjoying it. I like humidity...I missed it so in Hokkaido. I like in small bursts, but honestly, if I don't get it during the summer, I just feel like it isn't me. Like I'm still waiting for the windless heat, to lie in a bed all covered in heavy humidity and a small sheen of sweat, wearing not much; I wait for it like the grounds wait for the heavy spring rains. (Which I am also fond of and anticipate every year. I love my "thunderboomers".) That is, to me, quintessential childhood and Iowa, and life. Corn too, even though I rarely saw it.
I walked down the street today, buzzing with the energy from still being tapped into my stories, and also about good music (i've started recording some with my mp3 player, off the radio. Oh how it makes my day to day life so much more joyous, to have good music!). I walked down the sunny sidewalk relishing the heat and walking into the wind, my arms outstretched and head tipped back. I'm sure someone thought I was weird but I'm sure more people thought that they wished they could do that in public. I'm happy, I am. I felt like i was capturing the wind in my hands. For the first time this year, the light looked like summer sun....it just had that quality to it. I am so happy, my eyes are seeing better. (My eyes don't focus as well if I'm depressed or stressed.) I saw clearly things in the church's stain glass windows from Philips' hall's third floor that I don't remember having seen that way before. I was exstatic. It's such a nice day (even though the drunks outside my open windows are holloring. Ahh, the sound of humans at play). The windows are open. The air is circulating like way back when. Fond memories, that I can't quite think of, of happy times, hot nights, and loving mother are all coming back to float around happily and then return to where they were hiding. I'm really happy. I love the summer. This is what the Summer of Dreams is supposed to be like. One day, I may write down it properly. Hopefully, before I have to get taken away from it (like for a job, not being morbid here...though I could be, if it's more poetic? :P ). No doubt I'll make it. That's for sure.
Back to the other stuff:
I got to give sifu directions over the phone. I really like navigating people around by phone. I dunno why, but I always have.
I've been writing a lot the last week and a half, two weeks. I caught all up on bleach and it has inspired many hitsugaya-centered fics. I'm so psyched about them all though.
I uploaded a D.gray drabbly-ficcy-mind barf fic, and while written very well, it is just an expose' of Allen's experience during one cannon scene. The cool points are that I got it done, and 4 people already put it on alert for the next scene of exploration, and one reviewed (though a very small, "i liked it, good job" review. But i'm not complaining.). Woo hoo! I didn't know people actually watched my account...at all. I guess I've collected some over the years. ;)
Does anyone know how to reply to reviews on fanfiction.net? I sure don't, to my great sadness. 9__9
But I'm really glad Sifu came, getting back to that and wrapping this up. It was such a nice occassion, I thought I'd write about it; I want to remember it. Really, the old bad things are disappearing, and I wonder if it's not for good that they're gone. (Meaning "finally"--'for the better' also applies, but that's not in question.) I wanna cry. For what, I'm not sure. Because I'm happy. Because I'm loved and I love myself. Because I'm safe or saved. I got out.... This is what I wanted, what lays before me. Thank god I made it. And for everything I've got, and everything I'm going to try to spring for. Here goes nothing!