Say WHAT???
Whoa?? Ok, how is this possible? I just found out that the mangaka of Hagaren (or FMA) is a lady????0____o
I mean, totally nothing wrong with a lady, but I've been reading Hagaren for the past 1/2 year under the impression that a guy was drawing it!0_o I was completely and utterly fooled by the storyline and the art style! Arakawa Hiromu-sensei, you're amazing!!!!
If everyone else is already aware of this, I'm sorry, I'm a total idiot. Wow. She's a girl!
Inclement weather
There's something sinfully exhilarating about walking through a torrential downpour, the rain clattering on the plastic of your classy, teddy bear, pink and white striped, somber black, or *insert university name here* logo umbrella. I myself own a Van Gogh umbrella, with irises. Anyway, the rain clattering on the plastic of your umbrella, the water rushing in eddies about your feet, soaking your sneakers and seeping into your socks. You know you should be angry or irritated like a regular human being but instead you want to laugh, throw back your head and laugh. The Van Gogh umbrella does its best but you can feel water soaking up your jeans, a little too long for this type of weather, until it's dark with wet up to your butt.
Yeah, your butt. You'd look pretty freakish, if you wore a shirt that didn't cover the seat of your pants, because that would be the only part lighter than the rest of your lower torso, like someone had taken a highlighter to it. Like you peed in your pants, for 10 straight minutes.
But yes, wet up to your butt. Van Gogh does a decent job with your head and the front of your shirt, but your backpack is a lost cause. Walking home from recitation, you thank your love of office supplies that you bought a PLASTIC art folder, and all that precious paper will be saved. You don't care about your cell bio problems manual. Meanwhile the water is ankle-deep, which means road people skimped on the pavement and it's not even at all, but it makes for creative manuvers as some (like that Indian guy you saw in passing) try desperately to keep their 100% soaked shoes from becoming 200% soaked. It's a flood. You think biblical, you think that story you remember from your childhood days in Taiwan, where Nataku (except pronounce it the Chinese way) raises the ire of the sea dragon gods and they send waves crashing into his house. You think that poor fat servant from the same story, whom you will always remember (except you never remember exactly what he was doing there), wading through waist-deep water, trying to push it aside with his hands.
Ankle-deep? Pshaw. This is nothing. Nature crashes down on the top of your umbrella and it's beautiful, like the sky is singing. You make your way back to the highrise building without once smelling the lung-corroding acid of a cigarette, because the rain has put it all out. You're soaked, soaked, soaked, and two girls contemplating the rain in perfectly dry clothing look at you and one of them says, "Look at her pants...!"
You recall that being out in the rain makes people sick, but you're on a high from the way Nature had danced around you, so you laugh. The girls laugh back, uncertainly. The rain falling in straight sheets outside, the wind lifting strands of water up like a curtain, they laugh too.
More tango goodness
Yup, I've forked over the 25 bucks for Sunday tango classes. (You can go learn the cha-cha and swing too, but yeah...can't afford to spend 3 hours dancing.@_@) I wanted to join the dance team too, but I kinda had to rein in my desires and remind myself that my schedule's already jam-packed and I have a lot of work. So 'twill just be 1 hour tango lessons on Sundays.
And that Tango Passion thing is apparently NOT happening, due to the HORRIBLE organizational skills of our house. >:( >:( Very angry. I wanted to see some fun Argentine tango...even if it's taking time away from school work.
I mean, it's Argentine tango!!! ;_________;
I just realized that if Shiva ever cried (which he wouldn't), the emoticon would look like this... :____: Since, you know, his tears would solidify and be little round tear-pearls ala the koorime in YYH.
Right. Will go find more food now.
Thanatos
...that's the song that's playing right now.^^;
Well, weekend's almost out, and I feel impending doom upon me for some reason. Maybe it's because of all my cell bio and orgo problems that I have to work on, but instead I'm here blogging?
But cell bio. Ugh. I don't understand it at all. Our prof isn't clear in lecture and our reading doesn't correspond to the lecture and to this date I'm still not exactly clear what the point of the class is.
.... *plays "Kiseki no Umi" to clear the mind* I keep missing the darned song when it's on the playlist and always wind up paying attention to songs I don't particularly want to listen to. Why??
