I’m desperate to finish the last few pages of The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Bronte. Gilbert Markham has finally got the balls to elude his crotchety mother and is pussy-footing at the gates of Helen Huntingdon’s estate in Grassdale. I know he’s going to get in somehow. He’s waited freakishly long for this one moment, and I doubt Anne is going to have him walk all the way home, tail between his legs. When other men would be content to console themselves in the bosom of another young girl, this guy has exacted such patience as to make him a saint! He’s going to get the girl all right.
Recently I’ve been going through some serious stuff, like, really serious stuff and frankly it’s been killing my vibes. So when I volunteered to write this post, I must have been nuts because what could I really talk about that wasn’t upsetting or sad? That means I have no fun stories or interesting happenings but I hope you’ll let me be selfish and try and cheer myself up. And the only way I know how to do that is shamelessly list off things that cheer me up.
Apologies in advance. This release post is going to be pretty short. So short, Chiaki from AAA gets to be my “Feeling Short” mascot. Adorably tiny, isn’t she? Same goes for these crazy but obviously not very many releases. I’m really surprised at how much of a good time I had reading each chapter though. No, I’m not just saying that cause they’re Heels’ projects and I think we have a lot less duds than other groups. >.> <.< I did have a blast though and you will too. This includes Anata no Koto wa Sorehodo in case all you Koki haters are wondering.
When I heard that El Niño with its destructive rain was coming, and a smattering of rain leaking from the sky the week following showed significant promise, I bought a pair of rain boots from Nordstrom. Four days later they arrived at my office, and after I finished unwrapping the soft layer of translucent white tissue that encased them with the efficiency of a master sushi chef filleting a Spanish mackerel, I threw my arms up in the air and shouted, “Yahoo!” Rain boots! For rain!
I had almost forgotten what rain was until the eager meteorologists on NPR dutifully came on the air to remind forgetful cat ladies such as me. Can you imagine what I could do with this pair of rain boots? I told myself.
Hello there! It’s amatsu here, Principal’s typesetter. Hats won’t be here to give you today’s release and I’m posting in her stead. I don’t really know what to talk about, but maybe I could tell you something about myself? I can’t write as well as Hats, but I hope I don’t bore you all to death.
I’m a 21-year-old girl who has just moved to another country last year. Maybe I could talk about that? Last year I graduated from college, applied to this scholarship and now after almost a year of studying another language (a requisite of the whole thing) I’m finally about to enter graduate school in about a month. It’s amazing how much this move changed me.
Just moments ago I tried to reheat my coffee in a kitchen cabinet. I swayed sleepily into the kitchen, yanked open a kitchen cupboard, deposited my mug between the jar of pink Himalayan salt and packages of potato starch and panko, and then I waited. Moments later, I realized it was the kitchen cabinet and NOT the microwave, and that I had nestled my cup of coffee in between dried goods. Moments after that, the blood rushed to my ears.
Had anyone seen me? No, it was quiet, except for the resonant hum of the refrigerator. Phew.