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cuddlefish) wrote2007-03-13 10:40 am
cuddlefish) wrote2007-03-13 10:40 am
｢乙女｣じゃなくなったのかな...
One negimiso, one salmon. Onigiri. Breakfast.
About two weeks ago, when I made my last entry, I was starting to read 星宿姫伝 (seishukukiden). It's about a girl who becomes the princess priestess of ShinjouGodrod hur hur, a Japanlike country, and is surrounded by hot men. There are six books, and at the time I was 1. on the second book and 2. reading a book a day. So I thought, haha, I'll just post again in 4 days when I'm finished! Instead, I started reading a book, like, every two or three days. Basically if I'm not at the new house then I'm not reading because I rediscovered The Sims (again). I found a love desk that Sims can have sex on and I set it up in my RoyEd house. Unfortunately, it does not allow for sodomy between two male Sims, very disappointing, because I did SO want to reenact a million fanfics and doujinshi. Now, where was I? Oh yes, unfortunately the main character of Shiroganehen, Shirayuki, does NOT fall in love with any of the men she is surrounded with, NOT EVEN her left hand (!!!!) though they all seem to have the hots for her. The series ended there, but I guess if it continued it would be less about Shirayuki's awesome powers and silver hair, and more about the harem antics with her knights. So here's hoping for a Kuroganehen, or better yet, a story where Matsuri and Akeboshi accompany Nanaki on his adventure.
I should also write about my last weekend at the new house. It wasn't so good.
Ah, well, when we got there on Friday night, the house was like 45 degrees and it wouldn't warm up...it quickly became clear that we were out of fuel. Actually, we couldn't even tell if we really had run out, so Mom started calling people while Dad tried to get the car out of the snowy driveway, hoping to go buy some firewood. Two things happened at about the same time: the gas company refused to give us an emergency delivery because we didn't have a proper contract with them (through NO fault of our own), and Dad got the car stuck in the middle of the driveway. Unable to escape to a hotel somewhere, we instead opted to spend the night in the cold house, because the weather forecast said it would be warmer the next morning, and maybe the snow would melt. And then we could go home for the weekend, defeated. But first, we made a phone call to the original owner of the house. We explained to him what was going on.
Us: We can't get any heat and they won't deliver propane to us.
Him: "That's outrageous."
Us: We can't get out of the driveway.
Him: "...uh, that's an emergency."
He called the fuel people and told them how he was a loyal customer, and that we would pay their outrageous emergency delivery fee, and they agreed to come out. Meanwhile, my parents dug out the car and made a fire in the fireplace, which did not smoke up the entire house this time. We huddled in front of the fire with our coats on until the propane guy showed up and overcharged us for his delivery. As if it wasn't annoying enough that the house was freezing, the price of the emergency delivery kept changing---first it was $120, then they told my mom $100 on the phone, then the guy who delivered it said it was $150, plus he just tacked on $50 for kicks, so we paid $250 for 24 gallons of propane. And the house didn't even warm up until the next morning.
Saturday we went out for breakfast, saw a display of spring flowers at Mt. Holyoke, and dropped $100 at Whole Foods for two bags of groceries. It was fine.
Then Sunday morning.
I woke up to pain in my mouth. In my lips to be exact. This is nothing new to me, because I am constantly clenching my teeth in my sleep, and I had braces years ago after all. But I sat up quickly when I realized there was a fragment of something that was even a little hard hanging off my lip. "Oh, shit," I thought, "I chewed through my lip in my sleep and now there's even a piece of tooth, oh no oh no." Like there would ever be a piece of tooth attached that way! But I was just waking up, and I had no idea.
The first thing I did was to pull off this piece of flesh because I am the kind of person who picks her scabs. I know it's gross, but I just didn't want this bloody thing hanging off my face. I realized later that when I pulled it off, it didn't hurt as much as it would if it had actually been a part of me. But at the time, I was too busy learning more about my injury.
I looked at what I had pulled off because, again, I am the kind of person looks at her scabs. It was black. I squinted at it in the early morning light. It was made of little round bulbs. I turned on the light. Squinted at it again.
And saw that it was a carpenter ant.
Later on I deduced that it had bitten or stung my upper lip, because there was a rough, numb spot there, but it was also hanging on to my bottom lip. As for how it got in, well, the house is 9 or 10 years old, and later on in the day I saw other ants in that room.
This is how I discovered that the room I chose for my bedroom has ants.
...もう嫁にいけない...
I will, um. I might take screenshots of my new Sims desk, but there's no buttsex so I might not.
EDIT: Does anybody have the Japanese version of Blue Flame? By Houseki Hime?
About two weeks ago, when I made my last entry, I was starting to read 星宿姫伝 (seishukukiden). It's about a girl who becomes the princess priestess of Shinjou
I should also write about my last weekend at the new house. It wasn't so good.
Ah, well, when we got there on Friday night, the house was like 45 degrees and it wouldn't warm up...it quickly became clear that we were out of fuel. Actually, we couldn't even tell if we really had run out, so Mom started calling people while Dad tried to get the car out of the snowy driveway, hoping to go buy some firewood. Two things happened at about the same time: the gas company refused to give us an emergency delivery because we didn't have a proper contract with them (through NO fault of our own), and Dad got the car stuck in the middle of the driveway. Unable to escape to a hotel somewhere, we instead opted to spend the night in the cold house, because the weather forecast said it would be warmer the next morning, and maybe the snow would melt. And then we could go home for the weekend, defeated. But first, we made a phone call to the original owner of the house. We explained to him what was going on.
Us: We can't get any heat and they won't deliver propane to us.
Him: "That's outrageous."
Us: We can't get out of the driveway.
Him: "...uh, that's an emergency."
He called the fuel people and told them how he was a loyal customer, and that we would pay their outrageous emergency delivery fee, and they agreed to come out. Meanwhile, my parents dug out the car and made a fire in the fireplace, which did not smoke up the entire house this time. We huddled in front of the fire with our coats on until the propane guy showed up and overcharged us for his delivery. As if it wasn't annoying enough that the house was freezing, the price of the emergency delivery kept changing---first it was $120, then they told my mom $100 on the phone, then the guy who delivered it said it was $150, plus he just tacked on $50 for kicks, so we paid $250 for 24 gallons of propane. And the house didn't even warm up until the next morning.
Saturday we went out for breakfast, saw a display of spring flowers at Mt. Holyoke, and dropped $100 at Whole Foods for two bags of groceries. It was fine.
Then Sunday morning.
I woke up to pain in my mouth. In my lips to be exact. This is nothing new to me, because I am constantly clenching my teeth in my sleep, and I had braces years ago after all. But I sat up quickly when I realized there was a fragment of something that was even a little hard hanging off my lip. "Oh, shit," I thought, "I chewed through my lip in my sleep and now there's even a piece of tooth, oh no oh no." Like there would ever be a piece of tooth attached that way! But I was just waking up, and I had no idea.
The first thing I did was to pull off this piece of flesh because I am the kind of person who picks her scabs. I know it's gross, but I just didn't want this bloody thing hanging off my face. I realized later that when I pulled it off, it didn't hurt as much as it would if it had actually been a part of me. But at the time, I was too busy learning more about my injury.
I looked at what I had pulled off because, again, I am the kind of person looks at her scabs. It was black. I squinted at it in the early morning light. It was made of little round bulbs. I turned on the light. Squinted at it again.
And saw that it was a carpenter ant.
Later on I deduced that it had bitten or stung my upper lip, because there was a rough, numb spot there, but it was also hanging on to my bottom lip. As for how it got in, well, the house is 9 or 10 years old, and later on in the day I saw other ants in that room.
This is how I discovered that the room I chose for my bedroom has ants.
...もう嫁にいけない...
I will, um. I might take screenshots of my new Sims desk, but there's no buttsex so I might not.
EDIT: Does anybody have the Japanese version of Blue Flame? By Houseki Hime?
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