"I'm NOT HAVING a GOOD DAY!" ;_;

I'm trying to get myself to post more. In addition to having readers, I know that keeping this blog is the best chance I have of remembering this time. I mean, I have a hard enough time remembering what happened this morning, let alone a year ago.

Ummmmm...so Friday. Friday was Mime Time. I was so freaked out. Japanese people dancing and bouncing around in harlequin outfits. ugghghhghhh.

It was fairly entertaining though. They CAME INTO THE AUDIENCE, however, which caused me and Ms. Matsuda to cling to each other in terror. The whole time they were looking for people to sink their fangs into and drag onto stage to submit to their horrible whims we were murmuring "Kuruna, kuruna, kuruna, kuruna..."which translates to "Don't come here, don't come here" etc. They took Tatesawa-sensei, the popular second grade teacher who lives in the apartment below mine. He's a really nice guy. I felt bad for him, but as soon as they chose him (He was sitting right next to Ms. Matsuda) we looked at each other and said "Sei-fu." (safe.)

They effectively humilated them in front of their peers before sending them back into the crowds, thoroughly humbled by their brief stint in the world of mimery; the memory of the colorful harlequin hats that were forced upon them likely to be repressed in the bowels of subconscious memory for decades and influence how they treat their children.

But I got invited on the class trip to Kyoto!

This weekend I was like "I'm going to make the BEST LUNCH EVAR to bring to Kyoto." so I got to work. I tried to make my mom's rice balls with cheese, but I had no idea what I was doing, so what I ended up making was closer to...cheese...onigiri...which was still pretty good, but not my intention.

The meatballs I made alongside them, however, were FAN-FLIPPING-TASTIC. I'm so proud of myself. I used...

- 'bout a half cup/cup of panko (breadcrumbs)
- around a pound or so of hamburger
- around three tablespoons of worcester sauce (however the heck it's spelled.)
- a healthy couple tablespoons of leftover skordalia (Though you could probably just sub in about like five cloves of garlic, heeheehee. <3)
- TABASCO SAUCE. What probably amounted to two tablespoons of tabasco sauce. I'm drooling just thinking about it.

That's right keeds. Worcester, garlic, and tabasco.

Rolled 'em up and pan-fried them in a little bit of vegetable oil and they were awesome.

So I packed them all in a lunch for today.

Woke up really early this morning ready to go, put on my cute clothes, got everything ready and --

nobody was here. I fidgeted around. The school janitor showed up and was like, "Have you been waiting here for a while?"

Turns out the school trip is actually on Wednesday, not Tuesday. I wrote Wednesday on my schedule and everything. I'm just dumb.

I went home, and came back to school about forty five minutes later, changed and with like zero will to teach. I looked at my schedule for the day and it looked as though I only had three classes, so I was like, "Oh, well, at least all my classes are in the afternoon; I can wake up in the morning."

Then two of the teachers came up to me, about ten minutes apart, and were like, "First period is with me. :D" "Can you help me in second period?"

GRUMBLE.

When my brother used to get yelled at or in trouble when he was little, his big sparkly eyes would tear up and he'd say, with his little cute baby speech, "I'm NOT having a GOOD DAY." and go stomp off to pout. We used to laugh, but holy crap did he know what he was talking about.

Also on Friday I had elementary school with the three little kids I always see on the way home from middle school. It was fun. I got to eat school lunch with them. There was pumpkin soup.