reipan: (kouriarashi: clyde being drunk!)
 If anybody knows of a house or flat available for rent to two students (the student part is important) in Cambridge from the beginning of the next academic year - preferably one that doesn't mind people with pets - could they let me know?


reipan: (dzurlady: bookstore)
I am sick, and therefore being quarantined. I'm feeling a lot better than I was this morning - less feverish, not shivering anymore - but Misa doesn't want the small person getting my cold, so I've been nicely asked to keep to my room. (I could go out, I suppose, but although  after two or three days the rain appears to have got bored and finished there is still a strong enough wind that my slippers keep flying across the balcony and my room shakes, and it's freezing. We've had three earthquakes this week.)

I would not mind this so much if the five hours' childminding (which isn't supposed to be part of my obligation as of the beginning of this month anyway, which is kind of the only reason I'm still here) that I've missed on account of my illness were not being "added on" to the second weekend in February. I'm also not especially pleased that I got up this morning especially to teach a lesson because Misa said she was going to the hospital in the afternoon (Mami-san, her sister, went into labour yesterday morning).

They have not get gone anywhere. It's quarter past five.


Anyway! That is not the purpose of my post.

As many of you will be aware, February 14th is Saint Valentine's Day, a holiday that strikes fear, loathing and inertia into the hearts of many.

As some of you will also be aware, in Japan there is another romantic holiday on March 14th known as White Day. Traditionally ladies send their preferred person something for Valentine's Day and are sent something back on White Day, should their affections be returned.

I liked the platonic Valentine's Day thing I did last year. So! This year, anybody who wants to is welcome to send me something on Valentine's Day (anything at all - fluff, Post-it note), and I'll send you something back for White Day, 'cause anybody who sends me mail has a place in my heart. I can't promise it'll be fantastic, costly, or on time, but I'll do my best to send you a something.

Comment if you want in. If you don't have my address, leave me your email address or something and I'll send it to you.
reipan: (sunlightdances: gay agenda)
Okay, so, today...I got a new ringtone.

Not big news, is it? Well, for the past four years or so my phone's been pretty consistently on silent/vibrate, due to the frequency of my leaving it on during lessons and therefore getting called and then shouted at by my teachers. I thought I'd look into getting a ringtone that wasn't stupid (the "Hello Moto" one doesn't really inspire me) when it became apparent that I'm not in school anymore, I'm getting a lot more Very Important calls than I'm used to, and so I should probably actually start, y'know, answering my phone.

That and, you know, it's sort of Pikachu's cry from the Pokémon cartoon. Um. Yeah. I think that's sort of what caught most people's attention.

The trouble with this is that I've been getting calls all day now. ALL. DAY. Important calls? No. Calls to let people hear the ringtone. I left Zoe and the others four hours ago, and I'm still getting calls from her because she knows that whenever she calls me, somewhere, my pocket vibrates and makes Pikachu noises.

reipan: (tmg_icons: calcifer)
Okay, well, I had one of two things lined up for my next post - either a review of the Twilight saga or  [ profile] hippyjolteon 's birthday post (which is coming, I swear! it were) but, what with one thing and another...I just don't feel like it.

Instead, have my account of the Great Rooftop Fire of yesterday. I'll try to keep the angst to a minimum (for anyone vaguely interested: I fail at romance. the end.) but if some creeps in, poke at it with a skewer and eventually it'll fall off.

Also, check out the features of my awesome new tagging system! ...I've only just started using tags, so this is the only entry that has any, but dude! I'm being all organised!

So, here we all are - look, there's [ profile] rionaleonhart, and that one in the Hawaiian shirt is [ profile] hippyjolteon - all sitting merrily by a flaming barbecue, not a care in the world. Any and all vegetarians present are bravely bearing the smell of flame-cooking meat. There is a lot of alcohol, there is shisha, and there are cigarettes of interesting lurid shades for those inclined to destroy their airways.

It's all flame-retardant! Really! )

There is, I feel, a lesson in all this. Do not play the heat-resistance game with lead sheeting; it's all fun and games until the holes start shooting fire everywhere.

Epilogue: Nobody was hurt, and the barbecue was salvaged with the aid of a proper barbecue on unwitting loan from one of the neighbours. Yuffie and her boyfriend are now trying to figure out the best way to fix the roof without alerting their landlord; the plan was to take some spare lead from Hamer and weld it to the roof, but this plan has been somewhat retarded by the fact that earlier today, during what was supposed to be the repairing process, one of our heroes lost his balance and put his foot though the living room ceiling. At last update, everyone was calling every builder they knew.

Further news on reception.

22.37: An update has just come in! The lead surface of the roof has been fixed, apparently the ceiling is being done tomorrow, so the damage can't have been so very terrible, and our clumsy hero has not broken his arm.

So all's well that ends well. Also, lousy as I feel right now, my friends have all been pretty amazing. Thanks, guys. Really.

Confidential to [ profile] hippyjolteon : Feel better! University is a happy place.
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