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So, I went to my cousin's house today, just for a few hours.

My sister Marian wanted to see Baby Max (she plans to make him a max hat and booties for Christmas. :D She'll make me a Max hat too!) and I was like 'eh, whatever, I'll go with you'.

B/c. That's what I volunteer to do.

Anyway, we head over to my cousin's house, and they're playing Mario on the Wii, and Max is being fussy and wanting to be bounced. Ryan's hiding from us (although he did warm up to me when he realized I could draw better cars than his mother. XD Amy and Aunt Jill? Not artistically talented. And this comes from someone who's artistic talent died at 5) but Max really warmed up to Marian. And so, you know, I talked to people and stuff.

My cousin Greg wanted to know about my classes. So of course I told him 'History is like WTF people did you never pay attention in history class at all' and then 'it's hard to take my dating and intimacy class seriously'.

Which, of course, lead to the inevitably 'wth, dating and intimacy? What do they teach you in that class?' And Greg was like 'is that how you end up as one of those people in an E Harmony commercial?'

So I had to respond with 'noooo, it's a Sociology course'. And then I had to explain it to Greg.

Let me state this, that side of the family? Conservative. Con. Ser. Va. Tive. My grandfather used to read those crazy end of the world magazines, and I'm pretty sure my uncle still believes that. They're all religious and just... Yeah. But they also have very definite views on the world. And woe to you if you don't agree. Greg had already had a few beers...

But I'm sorry. Telling me that a career I might possibly pursue is bullshit? That these people just up and decided to wring money out of others by telling them what's common sense? No. No. Just. Shut the fuck up Greg as you're obviously not getting the point of what the class is about. And I wasn't about to go into the history of sociology, or it's practical applications. When faced with such indignant behavior I was just going to close my mouth and turn away.

And then seconds later he called Obama an idiot and I just...

Grawr.

As I get older I find it harder and harder to deal with any of my cousins. I was never particularly good at dealing with my dad's side, but I grew up hanging out with my mom's and they're... it's just hard to deal with them.

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Dear Bloody Monday fans.

NEVER FEAR. SOMEONE ACTUALLY MADE A COMMUNITY FOR BLOODY MONDAY FIC!

And none too soon, if the rumors of a season 2 in Winter are right. (God, I hope they are. I HOPE THEY ARE. PLEAAAASE WORLD.)

So all you Bloody Monday fans (I know there's like... three of you. Isn't there? ...maybe) should go join save_the_fics. You should also write stuff to post there. B/c it's a lonely, lonely little comm.

:D

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Despite the possibility of several moments that could have made today a good day... the world conspired against me.

It was raining when I awoke. Not just, rain, but like *rain*. The sky was gray, and the rain constant, the world from outside my tiny bedroom window was dark and lackluster. The rhythmic pounding of the rain made me want to go right back to bed, but then again, rain always does that. It triggers something in my body that makes me sleepy. It also triggers something that makes my hands and feet radiate heat which leads to great discomfort as the day goes on.

So. Rain.

And since my sister Marian upset my dad last night he is moody and not about to offer to drive me in, and I'm not going to ask because I was not going to be late.

Just saturated.

By the time I reached the rapid stop my jeans were soaked up to mid calf, and patterned with water droplets up to mid thigh where my raincoat began. My thin shirt collar was moist, and rain clung to my collarbone and dripped down my forehead to splatter on my glasses.

In short, I was a very wet little bus rider. My coat, of course, shucked the rain quickly, just not the rest of me.

Then, aaaah, while waiting for Social Problems I read some more of Elegance of a Hedgehog. It really is just a nice, snarky little book. Well, snarky in an intellectual way. And I came across this line.

Madame Michel has the elegance of the hedgehog: on the outside, she's covered in quills, a real fortress, but my gut feeling is that on the inside, she has the same simple refinement as the hedgehog: a deceptively indolent little creature, fiercely solitary- and terribly elegant.

And, of course, I think about Hibari and his hihogs. What makes it more entertaining is that the little girl (narrator #2 of this novel) has read Hikaru no Go. It's really such a me book.

Ah, but then, Social Problems ruined it.

I have no problem with a teacher who knows how to teach, what I have problems with is when teachers don't know how to teach. If you wish to spend some class time talking about Education and Obama's speech and about the social problem of a lack of education... fine, sounds good, we'll take a break from discussing what we've been reading in the text. Set aside the time, and let's discuss it.

Don't start the class with defining two terms, and then get side tracked. Don't POORLY cover the issue of education, and how poverty effects it, and get side tracked again by giving us some of your life story. Don't try to get back on track only to get side tracked again.

And yes, your students know how to use the internet. Please stop telling them to go on the internet to look things up. They either will of their own accord, or they won't. Most likely they won't.

Please, I put in the effort to drag myself to class, please put in the effort to at least teach me *something*.

The humidity has made my bra extremely uncomfortable.

More Elegance of a Hedgehog. It improves my day.

I walk home! And it's nice and sunny, vaguely warm and humid, but nice. I make a decision to call my threadbare blue and gray striped shirt my 'Kaito Daiki' shirt. (This is now my Kaito Daiki shirt. HEE.) And then... when I am about a mile away from home... I realize that I left my keys in my wind breaker. I meant to retrieve them when I got my cellphone, but I did not. And, of course, it's Tuesday. I realize that my father has some teaching stuff he does on Tuesday, but I call home and... well of course he doesn't pick up.

*sigh*

So I sit on the porch and read. :(

But still, a potentially ♥ day ruined by the universe.

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Occasionally I am overcome by the urge to mangle languages not my own.

Je t'adore.

Je t'adore, je suis désolée, je t'aime.

Mon feu brûle à faible.

Parce que votre n'êtes pas ici, je suis triste.


天緑
雨転びます
泣き濡れる

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You know you have a kinky fantasy life when...

You say 'ice dildo'

And the response is 'didn't we do that?'

( context )

Context... does not help.