- through the eyes of a girl who's still around the morning after -

...oy.

To update?

...I have a couch. Or will, within the span of two hours. I found and bought and arranged delivery for said couch in (broken) Japanese, a feat for which I am inordinately proud; it helped that my sales clerk looked like the incredibly handsome actor from "House of Flying Daggers" and I probably could have tried to talk to him all day and been happy.

...my ninensei (grade 11 to westerners) students are almost done their poster presentations. It has been amazing to see the progression, and while they definitely had their moments of typical teenage idiocy, the posters look really good. Presentations start on Tuesday. It was the first 'big' project I've sent at them, and they took it all in stride. ...It is terrible that I am thinking of staying another year just to see them graduate, isn't it? Damn this attachment thing; it complicates matters.

...I danced right through a pair of socks last night - but considering it was due to dancing the night (and part of the morning) away at a huge Halloween bash at one of the largest clubs in Japan, that's a small price to pay. The club itself was absolutely mad - tons of people, some amazing costumes, and a lot of good times with the other Ibaraki JETs. I feel vaguely like death warmed over this morning, and think that the good people at the station are getting used to my semi-regular pseudo-walks of shame. It helped that I had a cowboy hat dangling from one hand and might have been limping a little - dancing the night through in heels was okay until I stopped dancing, and *then.* Ow, pain. ...and the Facebook pictures. God bless Facebook - network and social watchdog that it is.

... also, the trouble with unrequited love is that you never expect it to run both ways (and the problem with being prone to unrequited love is the oh dear what now? when it isn't anymore. ...oh, it's not love, but it is something lovely and perplexing and fun. Was? I may have torched my chances. But then, I may not have; hoping for respect, at least.

(what is simple in the moonlight, in the morning seems insane?)

A little.