Timely! But not.
So I'm just sort of laying here in bed, staring directly ahead. I see my desk---part of it, given I'm below it but most pertinently two hats hanging off the lamp atop my desk, which I've incidentally never plugged in. Normally my laptop was situated right in front of said lamp, but this was before I came to my senses and realized I had a laptop...it now spends a good deal of its uptime on my bed. It's been a large number of nights since I've actually properly slept; that is, passing out at the actual head of the bed, not in front of the computer and definitely not with my head resting on the comforter for some sort of a makeshift pillow. It's just as well, I suppose, because it's the cruder (more crude? Need a word check) slumber I find more restful, lighter, and just more interesting overall. In something overly comfortable, I'm known to be a heavy sleeper, and with that comes the ridiculous habit of oversleeping.
And there, I just wasted a whole paragraph discussing the...ethics (? Innards? Rhetoric? Those words suck, but the real one for this sort of thing slips my mind---quintessentially, the howto) of laying in bed. Really now, what's going on is that now I'm sitting up against the wall, computer firmly in my lap with all its nice lappy computer heat radiating through me. I'm waiting for my roommate Shouyou to finish up with the internet so I can take this post, extract it from Notepad (i.e. copy and paste) and firmly blog it up. So, in short I suppose I'm killing time talking about...nothing in particular.
This weekend, Haruka (a really cool chick who happens to be both my tutor in Japanese and one of my students for English tutoring, as well as looking crazily Hispanic at times...if you must know) invited me to some sort of function involving a Christmas party and baking cakes. Given that my Japanese tutor group and I were involved with the planning of the Christmas party (which is in two days, and I'd say without last year's plan to pretty much steal, we'd be even deader) I thought this was some sort of solemn occasion to bake cakes for said X-Mas event...of course, when I described what I "knew" of these plans people wondered how the hell we could make a cake and have it edible on Wednesday, which is an absolutely ludicrous proposition, what, with to the advent of refrigeration and all. But I digress.
Turns out, as one may have surmised by now, I was wrong, but in a good way. We (me, Tomomi, Mutsumi, and Yuka) went to a community center of some manner at about 1PM and met Haruka (along with about twenty others...) Taking it out to the conveniently-across-the-street-park-stuck-to-the-museum park, we went through a ton of outdoor...things. First I got to meet a bunch of people and introduce myself, which was good practice for the ol' Nihongo...Ah yes, and fun.
After that, we went through some really weird non-social game which would really require like four paragraphs to idly explain, so I'll spare that and leave it to mystery. Grouping up from the aftermath of that one, we threw down as a team at a weird game that was a cross between Pictionary and Telephone, then after that went on a weird scavenger hunt-slash-team-train-tag-match in which we received 3x5 cards with various cake condiments/compliments/nonconducive food items on them. In the end, after tag-induced forced exchanges and finding cards, my Team Momo wound up with three cards: dekopen [Decoration Pen], another dekopen, and...potato chips.
So we had fun, we made cakes, and then ate them. Winning a jankenpo [RPS] tournament for my team (after throwing nothing but scissors the whole time, incidentally) we got blueberry spread, and everything was good. And by everything being good, I mean everything was delicious...Except for the potato chips smothered in dekopen frosting. Those were disgusting.
[quasi-edit-slash-aftermath: As stated above, this entry was written last night, when I was waiting for the Internet to free up---my roommate, who is not "all there", sometimes, decided to be a bitch and not let me or Letsu use it for whatever (i.e. no) reason. Fantastic.]
And there, I just wasted a whole paragraph discussing the...ethics (? Innards? Rhetoric? Those words suck, but the real one for this sort of thing slips my mind---quintessentially, the howto) of laying in bed. Really now, what's going on is that now I'm sitting up against the wall, computer firmly in my lap with all its nice lappy computer heat radiating through me. I'm waiting for my roommate Shouyou to finish up with the internet so I can take this post, extract it from Notepad (i.e. copy and paste) and firmly blog it up. So, in short I suppose I'm killing time talking about...nothing in particular.
This weekend, Haruka (a really cool chick who happens to be both my tutor in Japanese and one of my students for English tutoring, as well as looking crazily Hispanic at times...if you must know) invited me to some sort of function involving a Christmas party and baking cakes. Given that my Japanese tutor group and I were involved with the planning of the Christmas party (which is in two days, and I'd say without last year's plan to pretty much steal, we'd be even deader) I thought this was some sort of solemn occasion to bake cakes for said X-Mas event...of course, when I described what I "knew" of these plans people wondered how the hell we could make a cake and have it edible on Wednesday, which is an absolutely ludicrous proposition, what, with to the advent of refrigeration and all. But I digress.
Turns out, as one may have surmised by now, I was wrong, but in a good way. We (me, Tomomi, Mutsumi, and Yuka) went to a community center of some manner at about 1PM and met Haruka (along with about twenty others...) Taking it out to the conveniently-across-the-street-park-stuck-to-the-museum park, we went through a ton of outdoor...things. First I got to meet a bunch of people and introduce myself, which was good practice for the ol' Nihongo...Ah yes, and fun.
After that, we went through some really weird non-social game which would really require like four paragraphs to idly explain, so I'll spare that and leave it to mystery. Grouping up from the aftermath of that one, we threw down as a team at a weird game that was a cross between Pictionary and Telephone, then after that went on a weird scavenger hunt-slash-team-train-tag-match in which we received 3x5 cards with various cake condiments/compliments/nonconducive food items on them. In the end, after tag-induced forced exchanges and finding cards, my Team Momo wound up with three cards: dekopen [Decoration Pen], another dekopen, and...potato chips.
So we had fun, we made cakes, and then ate them. Winning a jankenpo [RPS] tournament for my team (after throwing nothing but scissors the whole time, incidentally) we got blueberry spread, and everything was good. And by everything being good, I mean everything was delicious...Except for the potato chips smothered in dekopen frosting. Those were disgusting.
[quasi-edit-slash-aftermath: As stated above, this entry was written last night, when I was waiting for the Internet to free up---my roommate, who is not "all there", sometimes, decided to be a bitch and not let me or Letsu use it for whatever (i.e. no) reason. Fantastic.]