The Fairest Blog of Them All
by Murasaki
Keep your eyes peeled, folks, we're in for a major renovation.
I've just finalized the new look for this blog with designer Lea Alcantara, and now I'm bouncing in my seat, waiting for her to loose the code on this site.
Ana, earlier this afternoon: "Hey, my sister showed me the new design for your blog."
Murasaki: "And...?"
Ana: "Your blog is going to be PRETTIER THAN MINE!"
Yes, this will be the pinnacle of my online vanity. *cheshire cat grin*
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This week may yet turn to sunshine and rainbows...
by Murasaki
After months and months of tentative cold, we finally got a bona-fide winter this morning. I'm not at all averse to snow as long as it's not accompanied by a -30-degree windchill, so I made a game of wading through the drifts on the way to catch the bus. Since my watch stopped, my odds of actually catching the bus have dropped from about a seventy-percent success rate to a fifty-percent one. If English class came first thing every morning, as opposed to Japanese, I wouldn't be so concerned about the snow slowing me down and making me miss my bus, but this morning was Japanese Lit and the Arts, so my jaunt went something like this:
Shoveled side walk? Brisk walking.
Unshoveled snow drifts? Leaping and bounding so as not to soak my jeans up to the knees.
Even so, as I came around the corner, I saw the bus pull up to the stop, a block away. Could I make it? I sprinted. Through snow. I threw myself against a window of the bus as it pulled away, trying to get the driver's -- or someone's -- attention, but apparently people are too sleepy in the morning to notice that the *THUNK* against the side of the bus was a university student, wearing a bright pink scarf, just trying to get to school on time despite the contrary nature of the transit system. So I just stood in the deep snow on the curb and watched as my bus pulled away, mockingly. If the snow had been sticky enough for snowballs, I would have launched a couple after it.
Anyone who had to deal with me on Tuesday will know that I was suffering from a shockingly bad run of midterm results, and I was still smarting from it. Although standing in a downpour might have been a better match of nature to mood, sitting in the bus shelter and trying to kick off all the snow sticking to my boots while watching fat snowflakes drift down from the sky makes a pretty close second. As I didn't have my watch, the next bus seemed to take forever, and since the snow was muffling everything my own thoughts stood out in even sharper relief.
Starbucks didn't screw up my coffee this morning. I don't know what happened on Tuesday, but I should have taken it as an omen of things to come when I sat down on the train, lifted the drink to my lips, and found that it tasted like... paint? When I got to school I took it to the washroom and dumped it out into the sink. For one thing, there was no milk, and the coffee was more like sludge. Shocking, coming from Starbucks. But they were back to their usual perfection this morning, thank goodness. I hoped that this was a sign that I wouldn't be confronted with any more disastrous grades.
As A. A. Milne might write it, I have to do a Very Brave Thing tomorrow, and so I decided to treat myself to a skinny black sweater from Jacob, after admiring Elya's skinny black blouse from the same shop on Tuesday. Black has proven time and time again to be the color to wear in a stressful situation, and so, tomorrow, I shall wear black. I think also, that I may have been appeasing the recent wound to my self-confidence by shopping, but the way I see it, an excess of raiment in the closet is preferable to an excess of chocolate in the stomach, my usual quick fix for disappointments.
Speaking of Elya, she has just started a blog, so let's all wish her a happy blog-warming. Welcome to the cult, Elya. May you never begin to hate your own writing as I have done, and may your professors never find your blog.
And now, back to kanji. I wouldn't be surprised if I perished in a pile of kanji one day, but really, I couldn't think of a better way to go.
