(38) 迷惑メール。はい、ケスをします。
I have been posting nothing but spam lately. Apologies! But I've been really stressed lately and writing like that, I think, doesn't get me anywhere. So for now, 迷惑の事申し訳ございませんでした。
(Also, I don't like 自動詞／他動詞 at all.)
Speaking of Japanese, I won't be able to see the kids at the kindergarten for two weeks since I'm flying home this weekend. :( But hopefully being home will give me my weekly fix of happiness.
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1. It's Ohno dancing. ♥ 2. I actually have 20-30 wallpapers that rotate every 10 minutes at any given time; this was the one on my screen right now. 3. Oh-chan is pretty. 4. I somehow have a batshit amount of Nino walls, but there's a fair amount of Aiba and two of Ohno and none of Sho and Jun. Whoops! 5. ...i-it's pretty?
We were given a photo and had to write about the 'moment.' I think I have a small thing for fog or something. And Sisyphus.
The fog wreathes its way through the trees, grey and sinous, gasping for its own breath as it rises up and then falls, Sisyphean-like, finally dissipating into the dark sky. From the deep living gap of it appear a boy and a girl, floating in midair - but no, they are not, they are sitting, legs outstretched before them, prostrate, sitting very still - the moment passes and one of them shifts. The fog settles like watery silk on their exposed skin and the derelict rails they are sitting on. (There is no electricity running through these, no third rail or anything like that - after all, the fog can tell you it was very long ago.)
"Why did you run away?" the girl asks. She must be cold. She's only wearing a short dress with her feet clad in small little slippers and a pearl necklace that's wound around her neck. One would wonder why such a girl is here. Perhaps she is made out of the fog, woven into flesh, only visible in the breaking light of dawn. Or perhaps she is real, and she must be cold.
"I wanted to follow the train tracks," the boy says, quietly, "see where they led and if I could find something there." He has a face that looks like it knows it has done wrong. If he were made out of fog he would know that the fog would make anything at all, whatever he seeked - but perhaps he too is real, and also cold.
...yeaaaah.
Speaking of Creative Writing:
Yeaaaah! Okay, it's cancelled because he's sick, but sorry, I'm happy that I don't have to sit through that two-hour-long class again. The classes I have to live through before break: two today, four tomorrow, two the day after, either one or two on Friday before I fly out depending what happens. Need to hype myself up.
My hair is short again (blah, but it always grows so thickly and I have to thin it which makes it shorter even though I want it to grow longer but hopefully it'll grow out better this time) and I have funny earrings. Hullo.
Thank you very much to everyone who has answered my memes in the past few days. ♥ It's really cheered me up. :) I'll do my best to get around to things, especially on the Feedback meme, but I am an awkward-pants, so please wait patiently (and in seiza).
(Also, I don't like 自動詞／他動詞 at all.)
Speaking of Japanese, I won't be able to see the kids at the kindergarten for two weeks since I'm flying home this weekend. :( But hopefully being home will give me my weekly fix of happiness.
→ Anyone who looks at this entry has to post this meme and their current wallpaper on their LiveJournal.
→ Explain in five sentences why you're using that wallpaper!
→ Don't change your wallpaper before doing this! The point is to see what you had on!
1. It's Ohno dancing. ♥ 2. I actually have 20-30 wallpapers that rotate every 10 minutes at any given time; this was the one on my screen right now. 3. Oh-chan is pretty. 4. I somehow have a batshit amount of Nino walls, but there's a fair amount of Aiba and two of Ohno and none of Sho and Jun. Whoops! 5. ...i-it's pretty?
We were given a photo and had to write about the 'moment.' I think I have a small thing for fog or something. And Sisyphus.
The fog wreathes its way through the trees, grey and sinous, gasping for its own breath as it rises up and then falls, Sisyphean-like, finally dissipating into the dark sky. From the deep living gap of it appear a boy and a girl, floating in midair - but no, they are not, they are sitting, legs outstretched before them, prostrate, sitting very still - the moment passes and one of them shifts. The fog settles like watery silk on their exposed skin and the derelict rails they are sitting on. (There is no electricity running through these, no third rail or anything like that - after all, the fog can tell you it was very long ago.)
"Why did you run away?" the girl asks. She must be cold. She's only wearing a short dress with her feet clad in small little slippers and a pearl necklace that's wound around her neck. One would wonder why such a girl is here. Perhaps she is made out of the fog, woven into flesh, only visible in the breaking light of dawn. Or perhaps she is real, and she must be cold.
"I wanted to follow the train tracks," the boy says, quietly, "see where they led and if I could find something there." He has a face that looks like it knows it has done wrong. If he were made out of fog he would know that the fog would make anything at all, whatever he seeked - but perhaps he too is real, and also cold.
...yeaaaah.
Speaking of Creative Writing:
Yeaaaah! Okay, it's cancelled because he's sick, but sorry, I'm happy that I don't have to sit through that two-hour-long class again. The classes I have to live through before break: two today, four tomorrow, two the day after, either one or two on Friday before I fly out depending what happens. Need to hype myself up.
My hair is short again (blah, but it always grows so thickly and I have to thin it which makes it shorter even though I want it to grow longer but hopefully it'll grow out better this time) and I have funny earrings. Hullo.
Thank you very much to everyone who has answered my memes in the past few days. ♥ It's really cheered me up. :) I'll do my best to get around to things, especially on the Feedback meme, but I am an awkward-pants, so please wait patiently (and in seiza).