Kyou wa suteki da. ^^ I don't like going to regular school, so it's always nice to have a long weekend to look forward to. We have Good Friday until Monday off; no spring break for me, but it's all right. I'm thrilled about not seeing the hellions (aka "the kids at my regular school"), but I loathe going to my mom's side of the family for almost every holiday. Dad's side is highly pleasant to be around, and I enjoy seeing them. Then there's my mom's pompous "I'm-better-than-you-because-I'm-richer-than-you" side of the family (my uncle is vice president of those "Arizona" iced tea beverages; my second cousin owns the Portillo's restaurant chain; etc.). I don't exactly enjoy being in their company. I just hope they'll cancel the gathering or something. Unlikely, but it's always nice to hope.

I'm starting to think that this guy likes me at college. He's the SI of our Nihongo no kurasu. At first, I thought he was just poking me and chasing me around the room to be weird and funny (he does that to other people besides me, however I think he does it to me the most...). I said in before posts that I'm a bit shy and reserved, so it's hard for me to come up with things to say at the spur of the moment. But now he's inviting me out for coffee under the pretense that "he's going to make me love coffee." Hmm...I don't know, maybe I'm just being overly suspicious. *shrugs*

Well, time to eat. ^^ Oyasumi!

~Lynn ^^;;   

    

I hate the McAfee anti-spyware virus protector program. Seriously, it is cursed and should die a painful death (but not a slow death; it's snail-like as is). It slows down my PC's uploading time so much so, that I could turn on my computer, throw some laundry in the washer, feed my cats, grab a snack, and then come back and it's still not done loading! Today, I came home from regular school and head for the room which houses my PC (I didn't have the laptop today; Wednesday is the day my mom teaches Sociology at Moody). And what do I see taped to the computer? A paper towel with a message saying, "Do not turn on." Apparently, my mom attempted to delete McAfee from our darling dinosaur of a computer and tried to put in a new spyware program. McAfee absolutely refused to comply, and now our computer isn't working right. -_-;; (I'm using the laptop now, thank goodness.)  Never. Use. McAfee. Never. If you do and later try to delete it, it'll never want to leave. 

But besides that, I had a decent day. Got no computer work done whatsoever, but I had some Nihongo studying to catch up on anyway. We're on our last chapter; only thirty kanji left to "memorize!" Honestly, though, thirty kanji a chapter can be so evil to actually memorize and not just know well enough to slide by on a quiz. I can look at a symbol from a few chapters back and say to myself, "I should know this kanji!", but I won't recall it. Yep, lots of benkyou during the summer... 

~Lynn ^^;;

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    Today wasn't so bad. I got all my work done for my classes, and am getting a song down on the piano that I was stuck on ("Always With Me", from Spirited Away). A big downer was that we had cooking class today. I hate that class for the simple reason that I don't have time to waste on making "Cool Chocolate Pie" or "Cheesy Beafie Nochie" (or however you spell it ^^;;). Class was a bit different today because Bruce made Larry (see my first entry for "character descriptions") extremely angry at him because he kept pretending to lick the bowl. Larry took the cooking bowl that held the remains of the pie mix and dumped it on Bruce's head! The sight was hilarious. Then, to get his revenge, Bruce did the same thing to Larry (but most of the remains was caked in Bruce's hair). I dunno, it was really funny.
   College was nice, too. It's a lot of fun being with everybody there. There's this one girl in class named Linda that I kind of feel bad for, because she's having a lot of problems with her back. I think there's more to the story, though, besides back problems...
   Anyway, I'm beginning to get out of a terrible writer's block for my little fanfic. It's a dialogue scene that I've been stuck on for about two months!  
   One more thing I'd like to talk about is the White Sox. I do very much enjoy baseball, and I'll never forget one of the games I went to last year in June. Here's a little description of what happened:

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 We got great seats. Two wonderful things happened: 1) - Tadahito Iguchi waved at me...twice!! (Will talk about that later), and 2) - THEY ACTUALLY WON WHILE I WAS THERE!

I shall first talk about number two of the two awesome things that happened to me. First off, it seems like I can never bring my favorite teams "good luck" (I do not believe in luck whatsoever, but I am too stressed out to think of a better word at the moment. So meh.) . Every time I go to a game, they end up losing. And it seems to me, every time I watch a game - save for the World Series (meh x's 2) - they lose. It can get quite depressing around here... BUT. They won. I was so excited as I waved my Japanese poster (meant for Iguchi, obviously) in the air as countless inquisitive people stared and asked what it meant. Of course, it said (in Hiragana and Kanji, not Romanji) "Ganbare! Iguchi daiski ((heart))". As a side note, when I got home, I watched the game (which I taped), and I got on TV (only for about 3.2 seconds, but HEY: I was on TV). Yes, there I was, clad in a baggy White Sox sweatshirt and jeans, standing on top of my seat, waving my huge hand-made poster over my head in the air, doing a somewhat swaying dance on said chair that you only do at the spur of the moment when your team is winning. Ahh, yes - life is good.

Now...number one. Like I said about point number two, I had that giant hand-made poster for Iguchi. And, like I also said, I had a great seat (I think it was the fifteen row from third base. Yes, that's good seating, all right!). So as I sat there, waiting for the game to begin, I casually glanced around the field, just to see if I could spot Scotty the Hottie, or Crede my Sweetie, or even Thome my Homie. But this is what caught my eye: not fifteen feet away from the first row stood Tadahito Iguchi himself. With a determined look, I sped towards first row, nearly tripping down the narrow stairs and catching are-you-somewhat-men­tally-insane looks from the audience. Ignoring the evil stares, I flew into the third row and, gathering up courage (only for a second did I have second thoughts), I screamed, "IGUCHI-SAN! KAITE KUDASAI!" (I didn't know how to say "Can I have your autograph, please?" back then, so I decided on the verb "write") and waved my not-so-small poster in the air. (I think I will take a digital pic of my poster and put it on here just to show how blumbering it is to walk around with it through the ballpark...) And ya know what?...

...he looked at me! (I thought with excitement "I think he noticed me!", but now that I think about it, I think the poster caught his eye and not my voice. -_-;;;)

He read my poster and a smile crossed his face (and some quiet embarrassment), and he waved! The people surrounding me stared and smiled. "What does that say?" asks a guy, and I tell him.

I waved back, and then something else happened! Iguchi turned towards Jermaine Dye and a few other players (can't remember who! Darn! Too caught up in the excitement!) and motioned to me(!) (Actually, I think it was my poster again...) and smiled. They also smiled. Iguchi waved...again! I waved back, and called out to him to get his autograph on my poster. I thought for sure I had him...

...and then he walked away.

 Ahh, well, the world turns. There will be other Sox games. I will be there. And then that autograph will be mine. I will still lug around that bumbling poster until it gets signed. *evil laugh* Iguchi will never rest until it gets signed.

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Just felt like writing a little. ^_^ Have a great weekend!

~Lynn ^^;

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