Kids.

Tomohito (TH) has 3 phrases in frequent rotation: "Kids.", "Oh rearry?", and "Dammit!" So in his honor, I named this babeh-sized post after him.

Basically, after I caught the last train home, I had my music on shuffle as I readied myself to get on my bike to go home. One of the first songs to come on was "Love Story" by Taylor Swift, and in my cynical-about-love-state, I went "Pffffft," in response. Only I did it really, really loudly. I then decided the best way to get on my bike was to bunny hop over the seat and then kick off the brake (of course, I was wearing a dress). Needless to say, I have not mastered the art of Japanese elegance and grace yet.

Well, that's about all. Sorry if I got your hopes up for more. It's late at night and I am very sweaty. Which I just realized was due to my AC being set at 28 degrees.

Also, both times I came home today, I entered my house with a shout (which is just great; as I'm sure I already terrify the neighbors with my large gaijiness--as well as my midnight singing in the shower). The first was due to a lizard dropping from my ceiling into my room; the second was because a very large and loud cicada followed me down my outside hallway. Lovely.