Oshicha, happy birthday! You were away all day yesterday (hope you enjoyed yourself, but in the presence of Fuji-koneko I doubt that was a problem) so I got stuck in and cleaned the entire apartment. It is squeaky clean, everything's cleared away and you could eat your dinner off the floor (but please don't, I'm pretty sure it'd only taste of ( Read more... )

So I wake up on Sunday morning, right?

My hair.

Was in.

Corkscrew curls.

I mean like little springs. When I was a little ginger kid in Nishi-Gotanda I had nightmares about this happening. I looked like the little brother of Shirley Temple's no-one really talked about. I don't know which one of you lot did it (because I fell asleep half way ( Read more... )

Listen, professors, I understand that most of you are from Osaka but do you really have to write my assignments in kansai-ben? It's bad enough that all my lectures are given in it (which means I have to think more about how it's being said than what's being said) but, seriously, come on. I mean, it's a nice accent. I like it. My room-mate speaks it ( Read more... )

Okay.

So.

Oh. My. God.

( WE WON. )

We won, of course. Even if it wasn’t what I was originally working toward, the result of seeing Kikyo’s face when our D1 pair beat Yamabuki’s made it all worth while (of course, there was the entire joyful-faces-of-adorable-team factor… but mainly beating Kikyo. *guilt*)

I was all thrilled and bouncy and happy about winning but, uh, then I ( Read more... )

I'm feeling much, much better now, if not still a little tired and wibbly. Dragged myself out of bed to go to the girls' practice (Damn, Yuki, Renko's improved no end and Inori's not as afraid of the ball, you get quick results! Sakura needs a bit more time than that, though, so don't worry that she's the same) and collect permission slips and ( Read more... )