good time island
Recent times when I darn near fell out of my chair
at my school's student recital: every other student had been playing Chopin/Bizet/Sibelius on the piano or singing opera, but Performer #18 sat down at a Yamaha Electone organ, let her limbs fly, and busted out this amazing disco organ arrangement of September. AMAZING.
at home: when I chewed not just one but two pieces of Xylish "Hyper Cool" gum, because it turns out that Hyper Cool is the most powerful mint blast to have ever cleared my nasal passage; I was coughing, tearing up, and swiveling around on my desk stool.
walking to school: I got poked in the back by the shyest student in my classes--the one who studies by himself in the hallway, the one who looks six years younger than he is, the one who probably registers somewhere within the autism-Aspergers spectrum, the one who waves his hand no (00:21-00:32) whenever I say anything to him. He runs up beside me and says "Good morning" (!), and we make good morning chitchat until another student comes by us, at which point he runs away. Had I been sitting in a chair and not walking, I would have PLUMB FALLEN OUT OF IT.
So there were some other recent times when I would sway around/in/out of my chair. Specifically, this morning, feeling all drunk at McDonalds at 5AM and waiting for the trains to start running again; then, on the train home itself. But let's not remember those--let's actively forget. Urgh!
When I wake up I am going to clean myself, my clothes, my apartment, and the other half of my dishes; reserve a ticket for the night bus to Tokyo; start reading War in Heaven; eat a full meal; and finally send e-mails instead of absentmindedly thinking of them. Go getting, get, go, gone, done. Christmas/Kurisumasu will be over before I know it, for sure, since it's already Christmas Eve and I've only barely processed that.
So.
Not news, but just a statement of the facts:
I have never read the Harry Potter books and probably never will.
I don't got no one to impress.
It's okay!
at my school's student recital: every other student had been playing Chopin/Bizet/Sibelius on the piano or singing opera, but Performer #18 sat down at a Yamaha Electone organ, let her limbs fly, and busted out this amazing disco organ arrangement of September. AMAZING.
at home: when I chewed not just one but two pieces of Xylish "Hyper Cool" gum, because it turns out that Hyper Cool is the most powerful mint blast to have ever cleared my nasal passage; I was coughing, tearing up, and swiveling around on my desk stool.
walking to school: I got poked in the back by the shyest student in my classes--the one who studies by himself in the hallway, the one who looks six years younger than he is, the one who probably registers somewhere within the autism-Aspergers spectrum, the one who waves his hand no (00:21-00:32) whenever I say anything to him. He runs up beside me and says "Good morning" (!), and we make good morning chitchat until another student comes by us, at which point he runs away. Had I been sitting in a chair and not walking, I would have PLUMB FALLEN OUT OF IT.
So there were some other recent times when I would sway around/in/out of my chair. Specifically, this morning, feeling all drunk at McDonalds at 5AM and waiting for the trains to start running again; then, on the train home itself. But let's not remember those--let's actively forget. Urgh!
When I wake up I am going to clean myself, my clothes, my apartment, and the other half of my dishes; reserve a ticket for the night bus to Tokyo; start reading War in Heaven; eat a full meal; and finally send e-mails instead of absentmindedly thinking of them. Go getting, get, go, gone, done. Christmas/Kurisumasu will be over before I know it, for sure, since it's already Christmas Eve and I've only barely processed that.
So.
Not news, but just a statement of the facts:
I have never read the Harry Potter books and probably never will.
I don't got no one to impress.
It's okay!