Look, a journal!

I would like to present sports festivals as evidence that Japan hates me, personally, and wants me to be unhappy. They combine three of the things I like the very least — sports, hot weather, and getting up early on Saturdays — into a nine-hour cocktail of oh god kill me now. Yesterday my supervisor said "Tomorrow you should maybe wear a hat" in the tone of voice that means "you had better wear a hat or I will be forced to be deeply embarrassed on your behalf", and while I have a pretty decent collection of hats, the only vaguely sportslike one I have is the Junpei baseball cap that came with my P3P preorder. So I had to wear that and I am hoping so, so deeply that no one recognized it.

On the bright side, I got a lot of writing done. Progress on the Stupid Vampire Novel after about a month of going "blah I don't feel like writing"! (As for my Japan blog... ha ha ha no.) The plot is really contrived, which bothers me, but it's at least half parody and also... a vampire novel. Plus I don't come up with plots so much as I have Neat Ideas and spend pages and pages writing about my Neat Ideas and then go "oh shit I need a plot in order to justify the existence of all this other stuff".

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And then I went home and baked cookies until my hands fell off in preparation for my intro classes next week. More of the dough than I'd like to admit found its way into my mouth. So much for any good I might have done by jumping rope and/or lugging chairs and tables around. At least when this is done I probably won't want to look at cookies anymore for a while, because holy crap five schools is a lot of baking, even if I'm cutting each cookie into tiny bits. Maybe I've... bitten off more than I can chew.

(Holy shit I write long entries these days. And I post a lot more frequently than I used to. Chalk it up to living alone and having no friends I can actually talk to face-to-face. Sorry!)