U I vethed na I onnad.

So my very annoying company is sending grant into Gunma on Thursday and Friday. He's going to video Giovanni and myself in our schools, so OF COURSE he picks Eimei - my least favorite school. It's on a super special day when I'm going to be with the fourth graders, too. I'm NEVER with the fourth graders - any video he gets will not be representative of my usual teaching there. I'm not sure if that's a bad or a good thing, yet.

It will bring up a chance for me to bully Grant into giving me a car (though what I really want is a scooter). The bike was fine during the summer. Sure it was hot and oppressive out there, but I can deal with that. Now that it's cooling into winter? The northern head winds going several miles an hour are constantly blowing, and by the time I get anywhere - the Family Mart, work, home, the cleaners - my chest has constricted and I have trouble breathing. It's that cold and that much work to keep the bike moving forward. It's worse when it rains and I don't even want to think of what it could be like when it snows.

Either that or Grant can prepare for a metric ton of receipts for taxi cab rides coming in, because I'm just not going to deal with the bike anymore. I wasn't supposed to have the damn thing to begin with.

My patterns still haven't come. Neither has any mail for that matter. On the bright side, I am reading a lot more these last two months than I have all year. I finished three books in August and I'm on my fourth of September as we speak. I didn't realize how much I missed reading until I found myself with little to do and nobody to talk to online.

Totally unrelated: I am not happy about the loss of the Dragon Cave fansite. Since it, I haven't been able to grow my dragons beyond hatchlings. They all die. orz

( About-to-be-dead dragons under here )

PS Dragon.

Bet you thought you'd seen the last of these.



But it's so pretty 8D

My parents left for a four-day weekend in Santa Fe with one of my mom's old friends Ira, and came back late Monday night - just in time for Yom Kippur. Yom Kippur is one of my least favorite holidays. For an entire day I'm not allowed to eat. It muchly sucks. Stupid fasting holidays. Tomorrow I'm going to go in for the morning services with my dad because I haven't been in four years and I missed Rosh Hashana services because of class. I owe him the morning, at least.

I started clearing some things from my room - it's finally time to swap the summer clothes for the winter clothes and bust out all my awesome and amazing coats and jackets. This is the most exciting thing to happen for me in a while, which is sad. I've also just thrown out quite a lot of paper and things that were just cluttering my floor - who needs spring cleaning when you can have autumn cleaning? I've also realized that I need new jeans and pants. Somehow over the summer I've dropped nearly 20 pounds and my pants are all sliding around my hips.

And finally, I will be very happy when my TESOL class is over and done with. Between it and work, I'm tired as anything. Plus it gets in the way of anything resembling a social life.


( The eggs (and hatchling). They require that you click them. )

You know, if you don't want to talk to me, don't tell me you're going to be on and then not come on and don't force yourself to struggle through a conversation with me just because I started it.

Just tell me you don't want to talk.

And let's never forget:

So ... how does this sound to you all:

South Africa.
A private resort in the Bush formed from what used to be a rented home.
Sure they wake you up at 5:30 so you can have tea at 6:00 and watch the sun rise.
Then they drive you around a bit and pause at 7:00 so they can prepare coffee and biscotti for you.
And drive you some more until about 8:00 where they drive you out to have breakfast on blankets and pillows around a fire.
Then they drive you around some more, bringing you back to the house for lunch, and you go out again after tea at 15:00.
And you have cocktails out in the open a while later.
And then they drive you back for drinks in the lounge, and dinner after those, at which point you can get more wine.
And for the time you're there, you have a butler. Who will draw you bubble baths with flower petals and bring you hot water bottles for your laps when you go out in the early morning.

This is what my father's cousin Betsy did not long ago.
I want to go next.

PS:



The eggys, they need clicks. Blue in particular, but Red could use them, too.♥

All my other babies grew up!♥ Well, except Syna. She's nearly matured, though. So here's my new baby :D

My dragons. ♥ They are cute and amazing and shouldn't die. ♥

In the TESOL world, I teach my first not-quite-lesson tomorrow D:
Really it's just two warmer activities, to get the class (and we have no idea how big that class will be) comfortable with each other. Still. NERVES. THEY OWN ME.

The iron and tape measure are mine (have been since yesterday). However, the fabric, I found, is warped. Also the guy cut it really funny, so the back of the chemise barely reaches my ankles, while the front is dragging on the floor. *sigh* The sleeves and neck ruffles, at least, if not the body of the chemise itself, will be salvagable.