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[29 Sep 2004|04:50pm] |
Happy birthday, Ryou-san!
There are two very special presents waiting for you in my dorm!
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| Sticky keys |
[26 Sep 2004|05:19pm] |
Kawazu's little slimy black eggs have been found all over each of my possessions. A newfound meaning for 'sticky keys'
All of Waka's things have been untouched, though..
[I though frogs only laid their eggs in wate-- Oh. No.
And I thought my water bottle had a melted smoothie in it.. it tasted.. chunky. And salty.]
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I think -- I think I'mgoingtobesick
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[17 Sep 2004|08:09pm] |
Kawazu isn't a boy frog, I think.
Boy frogs don't lay eggs, do they?
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| ..s-stalker? |
[11 Sep 2004|07:49pm] |
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It's been one of those days where paranoia strikes and someone's constantly out to get me.
I've been uneasy all day.
When I got back to the dorm, I found a little frog, just waiting at the edge of my bed.. the way a dog would. Quite honestly, (I'm almost ashamed to admit) I yelped Waka awake. Murky green blobs with strange sticky eyes just don't portray the image I'd like to be awakened to.
The little guy followed me, even as I hurdled over it and sprinted to the bathroom. I managed to get the door closed before he could hop in. Sure enough, he was right outside the door when I opened it. At least I think it's a he. I don't know enough about anphibian anatomy to be sure. I've named him Kawazu.
Anyone watching me running or speed-walking through the halls, trying to get a lead on such a tiny creature must think it's comical.
Kawazu's been keeping a a two foot distance from me, at least, and all this running has made me very tired. I don't know how I can keep up.
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| Dampening the situation.. |
[07 Sep 2004|07:39pm] |
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Waking up today was.. uncomfortable, to say the least.
It was weird since I was having a dream where I was swimming, but once I was consious, the ocean had followed me into reality. At first I thought Ryou's water bed had somehow sprung a leak.
..but Ryou doesn't have a water bed. I just hope that there isn't a bathroom above this room.
Gotta wash up and take a shower before class.
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| Frogs! |
[22 Aug 2004|07:21pm] |
T-there's frogs underneath my bed! They've already built an ecosystem under there. A few of my books have already suffered severe water damage and, sadly, can't be saved. Good thing it's not any of my textbooks -- those cost a fortune!
I haven't really noticed until last night.. It does sort of smell, but I never gave that much thought. Always assumed that was dirty laundry.
Waka and I already alerted the schoolboard and they're going to change the carpet out for us.
Thank you, Ryou, for taking us in while our room is in repairs
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| It's only nine and I'm sleepy already.. |
[19 Aug 2004|09:05pm] |
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I must be getting old. So much to practice for and tons of homework.
The carpet's wet beside my bed.. did Ryou spill something over here? Eh, it'll dry in the morning.. My arm is too sore from serving today at targets for me to do anything about that.
I'm so tired I think I just felt something move under my bed..
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[26 Jul 2004|01:33am] |
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[23 Jul 2004|12:35pm] |
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Ah, I've gotten some time to practice, though not on my instrument. Don't think that the music teacher'll be back until Monday. Masaharu-kun was kind enough to share his violin with me, since he's my standpartner. We switch off every song, but his is only a 3/4 while I normally use a full violin.
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[19 Jul 2004|10:15pm] |
I can't stop fidgetting right now. Maybe I should go hit against the backboard or work on my serves..
Couldn't practice the piece fo the performance since my violin was locked up in the music supply room and no one had the key.
The music teacher's out for this entire week and even the janitor's don't have a key. Why did they pick this week to change the locks?
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[09 Jul 2004|12:31pm] |
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Mmmn. Rainy days always find me at the window watching the sky cry.
It's pretty and peaceful outside.
I'd go outside and enjoy it, but I don't want to get a cold. Don't want to bother Hiyo-san or Ryou because I got careless and was stuck sick in bed.
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| Envy.. |
[18 Jun 2004|08:06pm] |
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..is an emotion I try to avoid. I suppose complete awe would perfectly describe my stand. Right now, I admit, it's burning a small hole into my violin case.
Yusuto is a master on his cello. He makes the music on the page just.. spring to life and.. dance, if you will. My vocabulary cannot even begin to describe how each note resonates beautifully each time his bow glides across the strings. His eyes remain half-lidded and his body surrenders to the musical rythym, rocking back and forth, perfectly in tune with sound.
Just.. wow. The ensemble practice today for our contest was just unbelievable.
Can't believe it's only 8pm and I'm already sleepy.. eh, I'm not that old am I? Early rise for tomorrow, then!
Oyasumi!
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| Movie night |
[13 Jun 2004|11:32am] |
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The team should think about getting together more often.
Titanic was a bit long, but I really enjoyed it. I hope the others did, too.
Taki-sempai seemed a bit preoccupied with his flashlight and Atobe-buchou didn't seem to like it so much, but he tries to disagree with almost everything. Akutagawa-sempai is so kind, allowing us to us his dorm.
He should think about moving his TV set.
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[12 Jun 2004|12:24am] |
Is it really possible for it to be this hot at this hour of the night?
This is becoming unbearable.. I hope I don't get scolded for leaving my dorm. Maybe it's less hot out there.
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| a question over spilled milk |
[27 May 2004|06:21am] |
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I've always been taught to apply to the phrase 'no use crying over spilled milk' -- but after witnessing fruit punch, coke and milk spill off of dressers, tables and littering the poor floor.. I think I've deserved the right to ponder what's going on. And my iBook went missing for few days to turn up in plain sight onthe window sill this morning. It's.. really strange.
This has been going on for a few days already. At first I thought I was just being clumsy or forgetful.
Ah, Taki-sempai, this isn't another one of your pranks is it?
I don't think it's safe to bring food in here anymore. It's getting tiring cleaning up after messes you don't intentionally make.
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[08 May 2004|10:57pm] |
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| Oh, no |
[24 Apr 2004|10:07pm] |
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No, no, no.
I've.. lost it. My necklace. It's the one Sengoku-san gave to me. It wasn't anywhere I've looked. I checked and double checked everywhere. Or at least -- I checked everywhere I think I went today.
My head's spinning and I'm almost jumping at anything green or gold and shiney.
I don't know if I can sleep tonight. It's got to be around here, somewhere.
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