Posted

Apr 24th 2008

Okay, I didn't write enough about it before so...TODAY, unabridged.

During Japanese, we performed our Japanese fairy tale skits for the second years. My group used stuffed animals and puppets to avoid wearing costumes, which worked rather well, except for the small detail that sensei couldn't understand why Tigger was Tarou.

No one knows why Tigger was Tarou.

For the remainder of class, Tigger sat on my shoulder and was my Shoulder Tiger (tm) until he was stolen away by the rightful owner.

My shoulder became lonely.

After that, our class, the Japanese three class, and one kid from the other school went to University land to go to a Japanese class and a lecture on Japanese media in relation to economic changes.

*Nerd!Spaz*

The bus trip there was relatively uneventful. I decided at last to trash my new musical, which brought much grief to me, although no one else really cared. It's very hard to write people when you know them, but not well. Especially when they are big, scary, and will probably hurt you if you get them OOC for even a line. And then there's the people that I don't know really at all, and am intimidated by just because they're so cool. I was very frightened about writing them wrong.
The only other interesting thing that happened on the bus was that Patrick, the huge tallish guy, was nicknamed "Princess Paddy-cake," through a series of misunderstandings caused by the large amount of people trying to have several conversations at once.

I'm just surprised no one was injured.

After we got there, due to the substitute for the remainder of the Japanese three class being late, we had less than 45 minutes to find a restaurant, get food, eat, and come back. It was actually just about enough time.
I got a bubble tea smoothie (melon flavour!) and it was AMAZING. Capslock cannot properly express the joy.
I need to find somewhere near here to get that stuff. I'm addicted.
I chatted with Sensei and Kendra while we waited for the tea, and Kendra asked me to claim hers for her if it came while she was in the restroom. It did, and Sara offered to take it to her.
We were all very, very disturbed.
Sensei gave her this amazing O0o look that I don't think could be replicated without plastic sugery.

Apparently Sara hadn't been there when Kendra announced that she was going to the bathroom.

After I'd gotten my drink and recovered from the initial "AHHHHHHHHHH, THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER WHY HAVEN'T I HAD THIS BEFORE?!" I saw it. The Machine. The Machine of Toys and Glee. It was 25 cents for happiness, and I had 25 cents. Bouncing up and down with glee like a five year old, I finally managed to put a coin in the machine. I turned the handle and got a bouncy ball. My delight upon this aquisition was endless. Two minutes later, I wished to acquire more glee. And so, I put another quarter in. I recieved a goldfish that looked like a pokemon.
I have named it Philidelphia.

We went to the lecture first, and it was quite enlightening. The teacher-professor-holder of ultimate power lady-whatever showed us examples of pre and post "bubble" literature and movies, which was interesting. (Bubble meaning the period of economic success, etc. apparently. I didn't know what it meant until now.) Pre-bubble was a novel about a transexual that liked kitchens. The main thing was apparently that the author, Banana (Can't remember the last name...) mostly writes novels about family, and has happy, feel-good endings. The post-bubble book she showed us was about a bulimic schitzophrenic who decides to run away with a trucker because her phone vibrates when he taps her on the shoulder.

I think I prefer the happy one.

On our way out, a few of us stopped at the restroom.
The line, of course, was horrendous, so I decided to go sit in the conveniently placed waiting room. I sat down, and the chair moved. WHAT. Just after this, someone yelled out, "DUDE. THE CHAIRS HAVE WHEELS." They did. It was amazing. I then tried to get everyone to join in a game of "Bumper chairs." They all think I'm stupid and annoying.

They're right.

Sibling left before us, so we figured she'd gotten there before us. Apparently not. No one really seemed too concerned, so we just went off to the Japanese class. Nakata-sensei or Steve went back to get her at some point.

Apparently, she got lost twice.

The Japanese class we went to was the same level as us, but in unit twelve. We're in unit ten. So, not wanting to ruin the surprise, Leenah and I decided to draw/pass notes. She wanted to draw normal things, but me? I wanted revenge.

Sibling had been cruel and ignoringish all day for some reason. So, with the thought of sweet revenge hanging in my mind, I put pencil to paper and came up with the most horrendous revenge anyone could possibly contemplate.

A chibi sketch of me squirting a large bottle of mustard at her.

I tore it out and passed it to her. Rather, Leenah did. I couldn't reach. She just laughed, passed it around and then kept it. I glared ominously and went back to drawing normal things.

I should steal it back and scan it at some point.

After we got back, we sat in the library before going to literary magazine. UNEVENTFUL.

Literary magazine was nice. Only four of us were there because the other members *coughtraiterouswretchescough* decided to skip for perfectly legitimate reasons *coughslackingoffcough*
But we actually had stuff to look at. PRODUCTIVITY! It's a rarity. We were very excited.

Afterwards, I called mother to come pick us up, but Sibling had taken the car to go to the library.
We decided to lurk in flag hall rather than waiting outside (it was almost 80 degrees. UWAH. Too hot.)
Suddenly, out of the boredom, inspiration struck. I pulled my bouncy ball out of my bag and we tossed it around.

Running around barefoot in school is actually quite entertaining.

We were doing this for about half an hour, maybe more. Suddenly, a sinister shadow appeared at the door. A small child. I said something. "Dude, there's a creepy kid with a monkey!" I think. He walked right up to us and without warning hurled his plushie monkey at Jenna.

O0O............................. Is what our faces looked like.

He picked up the plushie, glared at everyone, and said, "AND IT'S A CAT!" and walked out.
He then loomed outside the door, ominously.

Apparently it was Jenna's brother. Augh.

Oh, god this is long. I shall stop now. *stops*

~Kusa