Keep calm and carry on

hahaha it's been a while hasn't it just.

I'm at the moment worrying over university selection. Getting into uni here for an undergraduate degree, it's an esoteric, mysterious process that involves approx. 700 times more paperwork than necessary. Things need translatin', they need to know how you did in highschool even if you've got an impressive track record of post-highschool but never quite past Uni like I do. The radioactive water spillage in Fukushima is getting worse, and while my first thought is for the poor depleted fish stocks and unsuspecting birds

( If there was a degree in angst I'd be accelerating towards a Ph. D. already. )
The joke's on me, because I've got big feet. Oh, wait. MY LIFE IS A JOKE.

In other news, I got to go to Disney Sea when my brother came to visit, and it's a marvelous place. And I've also finally gotten around to really, hideously enjoying karaoke. Turns it out it's got less to do with the karaoke room, and more to do with how much your musical tastes and lack of shame overlap with others. Also, the every marvelousann_fish will be coming to Japan for a volunteering stint several months long, so I really really reckon I'll get to meet her! Y'know, I think my ratio of online friends I've actually gotten! the pleasure! to meet! is pretty damn good for someone not from the states meeting others from the states. Cheers, you beautiful bastards.

God, I've forgotten how downright cathartic verbal vomiting out a diary could be. Could this be the revival of a beautiful habit?!?!?1 Who the hell knows. Look at EF. Revivals are hard to plan!

Hope everyone's doing really well! c:

Edit:
Also holy crap I forgot to mention, that after being put on the waiting list forever, Nagoya turned me down. Justifiably, because I was terrible at the interview. What I find slightly less justifiable was how long it took, for them to say thanks ma'am but no thanks.

I've been taking it easy the past few days, that is, doing homework but not the extra stuff that I usually keep up to diligently.

As a result (probably) my brain's stopped functioning and it feels like I can't handle human communication in general, and human communication in Japanese altogether. Things have gone complicated in my head, and I've been self-medicating.

With folk songs. Because god damn I love folk songs.

There was supposed to be a beautiful post and replies on Sunday, with amazing pictures, but I think I got distracted staring out a window and pondering the meaning of life.

X-ray to check for tuberculosis tomorrow, as well as a sprung-upon grammar test and a tea ceremony, if I remember right. Feeling all sorts of out of sorts, but also feel like I'm currently in an untouchable time-warp where the real world just lightly forgets me. 

I think I overpopulate the world, prob'ly along with six billion other people. Drunk Japanese kids (I call them kids, but they're my age, surely) are stumbling outside my window, screaming with laughter at one thirty in the morning. Want to shout back to say I understand what you're saying, you screamy idiots, but my mouth fails me (it has been for hours now).

More, soon. Hope everyone's okay, I'll get back to you soon, I swear >A<

I'm not sure how, but I forgot that I have Japanese friends who're studying here in the UK. The tsunami hit, but it was early hours yet so the death toll was one person, and I'd got a call from my parents that everyone back home is okay. In my head it was case closed.

Then I check Facebook for the first time in quite a long time, and I got reminded that I do, have Japanese friends. And those friends are frankly terrified of what might be going on, the angry hopeless terror of someone who's too far away to do anything.

Mori's brother was on a ferry when the tsunami hit, and neither her nor her family back in Japan could get in touch with her younger brother. For hours and hours and hours.

(He's okay, but could have not been, you know? I read that and my stomach just dropped and I worryworryworry. Drowning's not a pleasant way to die.

Now oil rigs are on fire and the nuclear reactor might explode. Maybe those things should've been built to withstand quakes better, but we're only human.

So I'm going to a charity dig tomorrow, because nobody could possibly deserve this. And Malaysia's a country surrounded by a lot of ocean. Maybewe'reduesomethingnastygoodgodgoodgod.

If you're thinking of donating, and you kindof want to but you're unsure? I'll write you something for it. And if you've donated, I'll write a thank you note in song(fiC). You can auction for stuff at help_japan but if I take part I don't have anything worthy to offer. Little things are all I can do :c  Cheers, anon, for the charity gift. You honestly needn't be shy.

On a lighter note, hey, venoso .

Also, stroopwaffles. If ever you go to the Netherlands, and you like sugar like a normal person, get stroopwaffles u//u My friend I haven't seen in over a year got me some, aaaaah.

I finally found my notebook again, and that notebook makes me a better student. Don't ask me how, it just does.

Don't be too glum, world :< We're good at not giving up. Here's On High. Previous chapter is heeeeere:


( Toothbrushes had designs of the Power Rangers )
I hadn't realised the last time this was updated was so long ago ._. Hopefully nothing else utterly heart-breaking happens while I'm asleep.

I was thinking, what sort of bored, sad person would sit for an hour and watch a show about the sheepdog of the year competition?

I realised rather belatedly that I was in hat category. And since the show was in Gaelic, I had to read subtitles.

Managed to turn it off  after 20 minutes, with an act of will because it got really addictive really fast though I do generally have a stupidly addictive personality.

Exams in under a week's time. What the hell is wrong with me?

Er. Applied for a waitressing job, with zero related experience. Seeing as how there was a stack of CVs under my application, I doubt I'll get it.

On a happier note. If things go well, I might go to Belize and Peru in June/July. I love my course when I get to go do field trips. Not so much when essay-writing in an exam is necessary.

Might be forced to do a video/recording of me speaking foreign for a portfolio. Like I don't already have an embarrassingly high-pitched voice in real life. Putting it through a recorder makes me sound even more like jailbait then I'm entirely happy with.

/noms brioche

Chapter 190:

Further proof that damn it, if I was there and I knew what had happened earlier in Kanda's life, I'd totally join ranks with the Earl to kill everyone ;~;

Damn it, it's just too sad.

*will rant more once head is clear*

Get through two more weeks. Two more weeks, and the first semester of many to come will be over, and I can actually do something about the mess that are my notes. I don't think I've learned much, which isn't what I should be saying, but honesty trumps dishonesty when it comes to active moaning.

( Uni so far... )

I want to take part in this essay writing competition, the title is "The Best Things In Life". So I wrote this thing, but mum refuses to read it, because she says it starts too sad. She wants me to write non-fiction, but I'm not so good at talking about myself >_> Anyways, could I please get some concrit as to how good or bad what I wrote actually is? Because this was the first thought in my head when I heard the topic:
( Best thing in life... )