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Damn it. I was going to ballot for Fukuoka in September because that's when there's that 3-day break, but the person I was going to ballot with can't make that date anymore due to Undoukai. So much for Arashi concerts.

Is it seriously so much to ask for something to go in my favor?
vintage_belle: (Arashi - Ohno ew)
Oh hey, look at this. More complaining about work. What - you mean I have better things to do?

I walked into school with a lovely case of drowned cat syndrome. If I get a cold I will be unhappy. T^T And once again, I have to wonder. WTF did Joytalk think they were doing, putting someone in GUNMA with nothing but a goddamn bycicle. How did their reasoning work? "This person doesn't want a car and in fact specifically asked to be put in walking distance from her schools. I know! Let's put her in a place where walking distance means 'if you start walking at 7 you'll get there by 8:30!'"?

Yesterday's so-called training was ridiculous, perhaps as much as Joytalk's so-called training. In my contract there is a stipulation that the Gunma Board of Education can tell me what to do. (i.e.: Quarantine for a week.) So apparently they like to have a monthly meeting with all the ALTs in Maebashi. Basically we sat there for an hour and a half and stared at each other, listening to the BoE guy speak in broken English. Funny this, but the big point of the meeting was a summer seminar to be held in August. Specifically August 21st, with a big prep meeting on the 20th. These would be the exact days when Joytalk is having the second half of their summer training for us.

Such a conundrum - who do I go to? After all, Joytalk's training is mandatory. But the BoE has the right to tell me where to be. Tsk. Good planning, Joytalk.
vintage_belle: (Ikuta Toma - exasperated)
Is there a way to contact TBS and let them know that Himitsu needs more episodes dedicated to the 'bakakkoii' challenges and less time dedicated to their shit taken-from-youtube VTRs? Because for real, I'm am so sick of those VTRs.
vintage_belle: (Arashi - Ohno ew)
A quick public service announcement, brought to you by Bitchy Girl inc.: STA is a bitch and three halves and nobody should ever use them for anything ever.

I have to continuously prod them with e-mails to get any sort of response, and most of the time they keep me waiting for three days before I can even get that. I've been trying to get this ticket changed from June 19th to May 15th since, um, Golden Week. I've sent them my credit card details and everything. I have nothing to show for it - the guy hasn't even responded to my prodding e-mail seeking the flight details.

And now my boss is supposedly coming around tomorrow to watch one of my classes - which I may or may not have depending on the weather, and to bring the re-entry form. But the problem with the re-entry form is that I don't know when I'm going, since STA won't confirm the change in ticket, so I can't fill it out. When I get home, I am cutting each and every one of them.
vintage_belle: (Oguri Shun - orly?)
*I have a series of three strange raised blemishes/welt-y things on my left shoulder. They appeared yesterday night. It is confusing.

*I have also started packing. Mostly my socks are in there, and my swim suits. I should probably actually pack things I will use. My walls are also nearly entirely bare and depressing to look at.

*I rather dislike being told that I am incapable of emptying out the garbage can in my room. I have been emptying my own garbage for years - just because I'm in the process of throwing things away this very night and therefore it's full at the moment should not negate that. A petty complaint, I realize, but still valid. I don't tell my mother that she's incapable of recycling - and that's at least a truth.

*I will be dying my hair tomorrow, so hopefully the inside of a salon will be something I never have to see while in Japan.

*Age of Empires: Mythologies is pretty awesome. The fight scene animations are well done, but I keep them off because they take too much time. Now I want AoE: Age of Kings, too. I will trade between it and SimCity Creator and never see the sun.

*I'm leaving on Friday. OMG what is this?
vintage_belle: (Arashi - Ohno ew)
So of course things have been proceeding far too easily with the move to Japan, right, and fate decided I needed a nice kick in the ass. Apparently immigration needed a new photo of me because their original got marked. So they sent a request to Joytalk asking for it. Only it never arrived in Joytalk's mail. So Grant is simply going to wait a week until I'm in the country to send it and get the certificate all processed so I don't pass said certificate on the plane as it goes West and I go East.

This all means that I have to enter Japan as a tourist and show no intent to work. Which is going to be really easy, I'm sure, when I show up with my two biggest suitcases and a bed roll in tow ("What? Live here? No, no, I just wear a lot of clothes!" 8D). (No, I'm not actually bringing a bed roll.) It also means that I have to actually buy a return ticket for within 3 months of my arrival date, and then cancel it or something.

I love complications! Please, sir, may I have some more?
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My TESOL certificate class is ending. On Thursday. And all I can think is: Holy hell, when did that happen? I made it through my six hours of practice teaching with minimal damage to student's minds, at least. It's kind of funny, in a way, that for the last three months I've spent my time working on the concepts of a student-centered lesson, but for the most part the things I've worked on will be fairly useless - especially if I become an ALT.

Of course with the ending of the certificate course come the parents with their never-ending lectures and speeches (always the same thing said fourteen times in a span of five minutes. Quite impressive, really). Now it's talk about 'find a second job while you wait, send out your resumes NOW OR THEY'LL NEVER TAKE YOU'. 'Why are you still in my house', basically. Even though I've been working on the portfolio necessary for completing the course - as in, without it I don't get said certificate - I'm still getting my mother breathing down my neck to not do it and work on the applications for the various organizations instead. Yes, I realize that if I don't send them in, I don't get a job. But if I do send them in and don't get the certificate, three months just got wasted - not to mention money.

Still haven't done my Christmas shopping. Haven't been ice skating yet, either. At least I have better New Year's plans than 'squatting around Times Square in the freezing cold' or 'hanging out at home drinking by myself'. Hollywood Glamour at the Montauk Club it is. I'm thinking a mix of Katherine Hepburn, Veronica Lake, and Gloria Swanson. Now to buy some huge hair curlers, mousse and a metric ton of hair spray bottles.

Oh, and [ profile] sw_inku and I are considering a joint birthday party with an enforced dress code - probably of the Victorian/Edwardian period variety. Probably at Alice's and then in Central Park for photos, weather permitting, but it's still only in the preliminary planning.
vintage_belle: (Arashi - Ohno ew)
I haven't really complained about most of the things that LJ has done to LJ. I'm more in the 'whatever' camp when it comes to it.
But seriously.
What is the point of creating 'Other Friends Tools' and sticking the filter friends link under it? You can't possibly expect me to believe that people had trouble figuring out what it was. Now you're just being dumb.

No love, LJ.

Edit: Oh hay~ it came back 8D
vintage_belle: (Arashi - Ohno ew)
Christ on a Cross, Stormy Team.
25 parts? Each one 98MB?
Keep trying, I don't think you've made them small enough to be microscopic yet.
vintage_belle: (Arashi - Ohno ew)
The next word I hear about being 'proactive', I'm moving out and living in a bloody box on the street.
vintage_belle: (Ikuta Toma - soft)
This is such a stupid thing to be annoyed about, I know, but for the twenty bajillionth FUCKING time, there is a giant ass fly in my room. Why is it there? Because although we have a screen door to our terris to prevent such things, MY PARENTS WON'T KEEP IT CLOSED.

I am displeased by it.

In other news, I spent like three hours today putting manga and DVD cases, and craft things in big plastic containers. The manga, naturally, didn't all fit into the container - I haven't finished D. Gray-Man, FMA, Furuba, or Mankin so I'm keeping those in my room. The DVD cases (I keep the DVDs in a binder) didn't all fit either, but I freed up most of a shelf so I no longer have a precariously balanced pile of books on the edge of my dresser.

Also I threw away my old old old old old giant radio/CD/cassette player away and rearranged a lot of my room, getting three of my four dolls (one is missing and I'm pretty sure I can blame that on my parents who continue to dodge the subject) actually on display rather than in a bag on the floor. Which is where they were put without my consent, yet my mother wondered why I had no floor space.

There still isn't really floor space to speak of, and I don't know why my mother thought there would be. My room is too small and has a dispairing lack of shelving - there is no place to put my books.

I do have really cute underwear and a new hair cut though, from yesterday's day out with my friend. Now I'm going to hunt down dinner and beat it into submission.

PS: If I don't get out of this house soon, permanently or for a vacation, I'm going to kill someone. It probably won't be me. Even the internship isn't getting me enough time away from my parents.
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Sometimes I think that the airlines must be out to make sure people never want to fly with them again.

Case in point: United. )

Anyway. The day I was home was nice. Got to Kinokuniya to pick up some magazines - mostly May issues, though they had the June Myojo.

Dinner (the whole reason I was there to begin with). Was. Amazing.

There's a place called The River Cafe in Brooklyn, right under the Brooklyn Bridge on, go figure, the river. You can see the South Street Seaport from the windows, and the Statue of Liberty if you're in the right seat. The meals are fixed price appetizer, main course, and desert at $98 and holy shit do you get your money's worth. Everything was well cooked, all the food was fresh, the mint in my mojito had probably been picked from an herb garden in the back.

The greeting room is made to resemble what could be a first class cabin off the Titanic, full of exquisite flowers and sakura trees that still had blossoms, and the entry into the actual restaurant is a covered gang-plank. They have live piano occasionally, and quite thankfully do not come out singing 'happy birthday' and trying to get the whole restaurant to join in.
vintage_belle: (Yankees - Moose is unimpressed)
I love it when people on a college campus are brilliant enough to think that it's funny to come pounding on doors pretending to be the police and telling people that they're under arrest. And not letting up for nearly five minutes. And choosing the door across the hall from mine.

No, really.
vintage_belle: (Yankees - Rivera is not amused)
I dispise 6:50 fire alarm wake up calls. Especially when they apparently come from someone smoking in a goddamn bathroom.
vintage_belle: (Yankees - Moose is unimpressed)
They couldn't just let me come back to school without a fuss could they?

No, no. Too easy.

So instead, they cancel might second flight while I'm in the air during the first one. (It's lovely to walk to the departure board to check for your gate and read "cancelled", really.) Then they tell me they want to put me on a flight at 8:40 at night. On January 7th. They weren't even going to put me up. Then I find a few other Lawrentians and we all manage to get seats on a flight to Milwaukee, even though it means a two hour drive.

Then they decide I'm not allowed to have baggage. So our whole group to drive has to run through claims, eat airport food for dinner (because by then it was nearly 7:00), and drive two hours to Appleton in fog that looks like it came of a PS1 first-person POV shooting game. With huge fuck off trucks having machismo competitions and cars going past us and disappearing down the road (this is when it was clear, and mind you, we were still doing 65).


vintage_belle: (Arashi - Ohno ew)
This whole "now it works, now it doesn't" game the internet is playing is really starting to piss me off. Really. Seriously. Pissing. Me. Off. I think I've spent more time connected via the unsecured wireless somewhere around the edge of campus than I have connected via the actual network, but I couldn't say, because sometimes Ninomi tells me I'm connected to the wireless and the internet still doesn't work. And what's fantastic? The dorm computer lab (where I am at the moment) has internet, 'cause otherwise I couldn't be posting.

This is very, very, very, very uncool. And it needs to stop.
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Your humble and obedient certainly had a fright this morning. The only class we have today is a 10:00 to 12:00 British Life and Culture - a three credit class that we all must take. So yours was up at 8:45 to allow herself time to lay in bed lazily while still waking up, and she was awake and making (instant, ugh) coffee by 9:00. Now, since the class is at 10:00 and the class room is in the building, everything is wonderful, right?

No. Of course not.

Because the class today was going to be at the Museum of London, which is about an hour's ride on the tube, and we were expected to meet at Barbican station at 10:00. Yours truly realized this at about 9:45, when she went down to check for mail (and found she had none). It was written on the white board - allow yourself an hour to get to Barbican station.

Well, you can imagine her reaction. She ran back up the stairs to her little flat, shoved her feet into sneakers, and dive rolled out the window to skip having to take the stairs. Except that's a lie. She did indeed take the stairs, ran for Gloucester station, and what did she discover? She found that on the Circle line - the only line that runs from Gloucester station to Barbican station, there was no service. So she figured she'd have to take the Piccadilly line to King's Cross St. Pancras, where she could switch to the Hammersmith & City line, which would take her to Barbican.

Simple, yes?


Hammersmith & City line was experiencing 'severe delays' - which equated thirty minutes of standing at the platform, and another forty to move the two stations. By the time yours truly gets to Barbican, it's about 11:20, and it's another ten minutes just to walk to the museum. Thank the sweet lord she has an amazing bunch of professors, who, though noting her absence at 10:00 from Barbican, also knew of the delays and switches, took pity on her and merely said they were happy she'd made it.

The Museum of London is a quaint little museum, by the way, that features a lovely collection of preserved Mideval pieces as well as a surprising amount of preserved Roman works from nearly 2000 years ago. And in fact, the point of visiting was to get a sense of the fact that London is Very Very Old.

From 12:00 on, your humble and obedient was free to do as she wished. So she returned to her little flat to have some food (it would be the first food she'd had all day), and at 14:00 or thereabouts, she went off to the Victoria and Albert Museum again, this time with camera in hand. And the pictures she did take: )
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Wanna hear something sick? After going to sleep at approximately 11 or 12 on December 28, I awoke the next day. At four PM. On December 29. God, now it's going to be even harder time getting a normal sleeping schedule going. I haven't slept that long since I was getting over jet lag from China. I suppose in some ways it's for the good of my trip. Cardiff is just the littlest bit boring, being dotted with shopping arcades but not much else. There is the Cardiff Castle, but it closed at four, so of course we missed it. We'll have to go tomorrow.

Also, the keyboards at the hostel are god-awful to type on. And we had the scariest time at a Subway I will ever have, with a woman behind the register who was more like the Soup Nazi than anything else.
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You are Yu~ki! Nice hair man!
You are Yu~ki!

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Saw P-chan's and Piccalo's results, and so decided to take myself. Dude, P-chan, we nearly have the full band.

In school news: I failed math. I'm taking it over.

Fuck. Bloodymotherfuckinbitchsonofawhoreratbastardcuntinghell (how's my language XD).

On the other hand, I'm in AP American History and Creative Writing Honors English. Teachers are pretty much cool: Knorr for Am. Hist - he's got that dry sort of humor which cracks me up, Paul and Mr. Lewis - tech, duh, Kay - Mood Swinging English Teacher to the rescue!!!, Srebnich for that hateful thing we call gym, and some dude named Kaplon for math. Seems fairly decent, too.

Eh *shrugs* doesn't mean I'm happy about repeating the fucking class.


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