Us and them

And I am one of them *continues yabbering*. Hey, just because I didn't realize it was this bad doesn't mean I have to whine about it endlessly. But I believe I have some reason. Huff huff.

Back hurt more than before today, so I know it is not the futon making it better and worse. Went to school nurse. I wasn't told to eat a pill!
I was, however, asked why (I don't know) and then told to use a cold compression-thingie. Still, one notch better.

Did terribly bad on the anth. quiz today, and got *laughs sadly* 9/20 on last grammar quiz. What the HELL?!! So, basically, if I think it went bad, it usually did, if I think it went pretty okay, it went worse? I always disliked logic, anyway, but this is plain silly. I'm not passing this, blast it.
Can't express the absolute emptiness and cold despair I feel. It's become physical now, so I know it is really bad. Lucky I have kendo and stuff to take out my bad mood in some aggressive way.

Lunch and dinner was okay, I think. But what would I not give for a roasted lamb steak. And I am missing the whole season for that! The smell of rosemary, thyme and garlic butter... I can almost taste it...

Ice-cream for comfort and taste.


Stumbled into Kuriyama-sensees office while looking for another professor, and sort of got stuck. Am buying one more iaido dogi (uniform, that is hakama and gi), one for kendo and possibly also something for my feet. And an iaito. And, other than that, outfit for shorinji.
Then I sort of was going to see some counsellor but, um, ended up crying in Kuriyama-sensees office... I guess it helped a little, but we got sidetracked anyway and had a nice conversation instead.
Feel like crying all the time, blast it. Where did the strong, pointy-eared woman go? Why have I lost that fighting spirit and part of myself who managed to keep up and do well despite anything?


Oh. Irriations with Tseegi, part 5 (1. hair on the floor 2. not letting out old bath-water 3. borrowing period-pads without asking 4. being not so grown up as she should be):
borrowing my alarm clock (!) of all things and trying to use it.
Um, that thing is 12 years old, and has a few... personality traits. No wonder she couldn't make it work, and anyway, WHY NOT ASK?!!! if she could borrow it? Of course it did not ring. You didn't know you have to put the indicator two notches before the exact time, at least if it is in the third quarter of the clock, and be careful with the turning it on - there's a special twist needed - and also the very moving the indicator is a trick in itself.
And I neve have it on seven o' clock. I have it on precisely ten minutes to eight. Get up at seven? Me?
Next time, darling, ask. And let me do the adjusting. And don't try to put things back to normal.

On the other hand, her forgetting to close the curtains gave me a beautiful view of the sunrise, when I woke at around five for the first time. So I won't complain about that.


Am now following alpha-shade.com, applegeeks.com, megatokyo.com, rpgworld.com, 9thelsewhere.com, antiheroforhire.com, turnsignalsonalandraider.com and errantstory.com.
d00d....