Dreamscape.
How's everyone been?
(The lack of blogging was largely influenced by the fact that my life has become Study Sport Hall Production Repeat. Not much sleep occurring because of this, so my writing may be a little- off.)
The motivation to write on this blog again was (largely) because a best friend of mine called me out (ass) on Facebook so here I am, typing away in the middle of the night so that you may all be updated with my life. Not that it's particularly interesting or anything, but updating is always a good thing. It's also annoying when a person doesn't update (which I suppose I am sorry for) so here I am.
Well. Here we are. A mere three days away from the beginning of the end.
(So I'm really just being melodramatic, it's not as if turning 20 will turn me into some hag overnight, right?)
But it's the beginning of me not being able to squirm away from the very real very much descending amount of adult-like responsibilities that are on the way. Not that I've been freeloading off my parents or anything, but it feels like I'm very much closer to holding what I expect will be some slightly unfulfilling 9-5 job that pays well enough for me to sustain my food habits. And nothing much more than that. I may not even be that fortunate, come to think about it- but the clock on my youth is slowly but surely draining away.
That was a great upsetting start to the post. On to better things!
I made a trip up to Osaka over the December 'break' (I aim, as far as possible, to use the term loosely. In fact I barely left university, if at all). It was delightfully cold and I spent a good amount of time doing things I liked and wanted, like stretching my limited Japanese ability to it's maximum and putting myself through every 4D ride that Universal Studio's Japan had to offer- no, no rollercoasters for me. I have the G-force resistance of a hamster (in case I messed up, the intention was to convey that it's 'not much') and so any kind of roller coaster shenanigans would undoubtedly cause me some kind of cardiac arrest.
I basically went on a mini food journey there. I had the best curry I'd ever eaten, ate some crepe, had a lot of ramen again, ate so much takoyaki it should have been illegal- and somehow avoided getting a lot fatter. Also I ate a lot of good sushi. Because Japan is a wonderfully strange place, I had the enjoyment of eating 白子、also better known as the male genitals of a fish when it contains sperm. You're welcome for the imagery, it was delicious.
(In all seriousness I had no idea what it was. All I could do was read the Japanese name on the conveyor belt, and it's not as if they give you a description of what the hell you're eating. I only found out what I had eaten when I got back.)
I went, saw, conquered- went to Osaka-Jo, went up to mount rokko in Kobe- talking about mount rokko, if you get the opportunity, please, go. They have this wonderful music box museum up on the mountain, and it really is very easy to get to. It's a beautiful way up and it's just glorious. I went in winter so there wasn't much to see but gosh, it's pretty in Spring I'll bet. The music box museum is unlike any other I've ever seen so- go. Take my blessings of wonder and slacked-jaws with you. I may have teared a little while I was listening to music boxes.
Great tripe aside, when I came back it was back into the rush of reality and playing for inter house recreational games for scrabble, after which I closed that chapter of my hall involvement. While terrifyingly intellectually stimulating, I don't have the patience to do something I don't quite understand. I still go back and do my three letter words and anagrams occasionally because- why not? After which I moved into full time doing hall production stuff and wow what a thing to have decided to do.
It's been a while since I've been knee-deep in drama and set hell but gosh what a feeling to be back in it. I miss it more than I cared to admit but now it's a huge part of my weekly run around in school. I have also discovered that I do actually have the ability to stay up till almost sunrise, assuming I'm not doing my readings and I'm hanging out with friends. Yes, I actually have stayed up until 6am before crashing, and I did it after a night of 3am. I have finally broken my sleep barrier. It's a miracle, but I'm also ridiculously sleep deprived.
Other than that it's been spending a lot of time with good friends and generally relaxing into the cycle of studying in time to make it through uni- I'm slowly getting myself back into craft work and am trying to push for my Mondays to be back at my old coffee-holes. By that I mean making my way to my favourite Starbucks outlets like a proper white girl and studying there, because gosh oh golly I am way more effective when I'm not at home. And that's really not a joke. I still prefer studying outside where I can be cushy and yet not so. Doesn't make much sense but- well it matters to me.
More updates over Chinese New Year's maybe. I have a feeling over the next few days there will be enough drama for me to write a new soap opera.
(The lack of blogging was largely influenced by the fact that my life has become Study Sport Hall Production Repeat. Not much sleep occurring because of this, so my writing may be a little- off.)
The motivation to write on this blog again was (largely) because a best friend of mine called me out (ass) on Facebook so here I am, typing away in the middle of the night so that you may all be updated with my life. Not that it's particularly interesting or anything, but updating is always a good thing. It's also annoying when a person doesn't update (which I suppose I am sorry for) so here I am.
Well. Here we are. A mere three days away from the beginning of the end.
(So I'm really just being melodramatic, it's not as if turning 20 will turn me into some hag overnight, right?)
But it's the beginning of me not being able to squirm away from the very real very much descending amount of adult-like responsibilities that are on the way. Not that I've been freeloading off my parents or anything, but it feels like I'm very much closer to holding what I expect will be some slightly unfulfilling 9-5 job that pays well enough for me to sustain my food habits. And nothing much more than that. I may not even be that fortunate, come to think about it- but the clock on my youth is slowly but surely draining away.
That was a great upsetting start to the post. On to better things!
I made a trip up to Osaka over the December 'break' (I aim, as far as possible, to use the term loosely. In fact I barely left university, if at all). It was delightfully cold and I spent a good amount of time doing things I liked and wanted, like stretching my limited Japanese ability to it's maximum and putting myself through every 4D ride that Universal Studio's Japan had to offer- no, no rollercoasters for me. I have the G-force resistance of a hamster (in case I messed up, the intention was to convey that it's 'not much') and so any kind of roller coaster shenanigans would undoubtedly cause me some kind of cardiac arrest.
I basically went on a mini food journey there. I had the best curry I'd ever eaten, ate some crepe, had a lot of ramen again, ate so much takoyaki it should have been illegal- and somehow avoided getting a lot fatter. Also I ate a lot of good sushi. Because Japan is a wonderfully strange place, I had the enjoyment of eating 白子、also better known as the male genitals of a fish when it contains sperm. You're welcome for the imagery, it was delicious.
(In all seriousness I had no idea what it was. All I could do was read the Japanese name on the conveyor belt, and it's not as if they give you a description of what the hell you're eating. I only found out what I had eaten when I got back.)
I went, saw, conquered- went to Osaka-Jo, went up to mount rokko in Kobe- talking about mount rokko, if you get the opportunity, please, go. They have this wonderful music box museum up on the mountain, and it really is very easy to get to. It's a beautiful way up and it's just glorious. I went in winter so there wasn't much to see but gosh, it's pretty in Spring I'll bet. The music box museum is unlike any other I've ever seen so- go. Take my blessings of wonder and slacked-jaws with you. I may have teared a little while I was listening to music boxes.
Great tripe aside, when I came back it was back into the rush of reality and playing for inter house recreational games for scrabble, after which I closed that chapter of my hall involvement. While terrifyingly intellectually stimulating, I don't have the patience to do something I don't quite understand. I still go back and do my three letter words and anagrams occasionally because- why not? After which I moved into full time doing hall production stuff and wow what a thing to have decided to do.
It's been a while since I've been knee-deep in drama and set hell but gosh what a feeling to be back in it. I miss it more than I cared to admit but now it's a huge part of my weekly run around in school. I have also discovered that I do actually have the ability to stay up till almost sunrise, assuming I'm not doing my readings and I'm hanging out with friends. Yes, I actually have stayed up until 6am before crashing, and I did it after a night of 3am. I have finally broken my sleep barrier. It's a miracle, but I'm also ridiculously sleep deprived.
Other than that it's been spending a lot of time with good friends and generally relaxing into the cycle of studying in time to make it through uni- I'm slowly getting myself back into craft work and am trying to push for my Mondays to be back at my old coffee-holes. By that I mean making my way to my favourite Starbucks outlets like a proper white girl and studying there, because gosh oh golly I am way more effective when I'm not at home. And that's really not a joke. I still prefer studying outside where I can be cushy and yet not so. Doesn't make much sense but- well it matters to me.
More updates over Chinese New Year's maybe. I have a feeling over the next few days there will be enough drama for me to write a new soap opera.
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