All Souls' Night

So it all got sorted out. And we're all on the same floor now, which is yay. Sure, we're split by Italian, but we can form a coallition thing. Or just convert them, whichever works.

And now I'm very happy because I get to keep my current room.

Ah, if only I could just keep everything in it, lock the door and keep the key over summer. That would be nice.

I remain stubbornly mysterious about my birthday because (I said) I don't want to get thrown in the fountain. That's really a load of bollocks: I love surprises is the real thing, although anyone who'd really wanted to know and could read Japanese could have gone to the lounge and seen it there, up on the wall like it's been all year.

In any case, this is my birth day, hour, and minute - officially. According to mine father, it was really 7:14, but I'm not going to quibble. I'm not expecting to get anything other than amusement as I watch people try to catch the bouncy balls I intend to throw at them. A brat? Moi? But of course; it's my birthday, so if I want to act half my age, then I'm allowed.

Although I don't think I threw little bouncy balls at people when I was nine, either. Hmmm, yes, that's right: around about that time (September 29th, 1995) I was preparing for and not exactly looking forward to moving to England.

But, assuming I remember the bag, I'm still going to throw little bouncy balls at people.

My hip got angry, and we got lost looking for Marukai and the bookstore, but altogether very FUN. I have a new, amaizingly compact, set of 1000 sheets of paper, and I'm actually thinking of starting over from scratch (they really were too big before) and another set of really very tiny sheets which are for linadarkstar, whenever you feel like coming over to pick it up. Not the smallest you've worked with, but I saw it and thought of you, so there. We spent pretty much the whole day there, and Dad got old calendars and I got a lovelysoft sweater, and then we went to Kenka's and marvelled and ran (or walked, or dashed, whatever) through the rain as soon as it let up.

And after dinner we sat around and got bored, and now I'm by myself again, but that's really fine. This break has been loads better than last year.

It's a new year. It doesn't feel like it, except that I can stomach champagne better than last time. I still don't like it, though.

At this point, I begin to look forward to two things: the return to Pomona, and the coming of the next birthday I'll bake for. And then there's my birthday too: technically less than a quarter of a year before I turn nineteen, even if only for a few days. I'm kind of surprised, actually, because my eighteenth birthday I didn't appreciate at all - that was mostly because I didn't want to get dumped into the fountain, and so there was no real celebration because I hadn't told anyone. At this point my pessimistic side wants to doubt whether there'd be any even if I had, but I'm determined not to fall into the dumps right now.

I've had more alcohol tonight than I have had at any one time since I was three (which was about half a bottle of beer): a sip of cider, and three swallows of champagne. In all the times between, it's only been a single sip, or just a splash - and liquer doesn't count, because for one, I have no idea how much that was, and for another, it was always part of a desert. So there. I can understand why some people like it, since I don't dislike it, but I still don't get why anyone would try to get drunk on something they don't like, or do shots when they know it will make them choke and cough. It really doesn't make sense: if you want to get drunk, do it on stuff that tastes good. Really.

Hopefully this time next year I'll be in Japan. We'll see.

Songs. Guess which is which. ^^

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