*fans self*

God, I haven't posted fic in so long that I forgot what a hit feedback is. Like taking coke straight to the vein...not that I know what's like, so maybe not the best analogy ever. Of course, the fact that I actually jumped on a fandom when it's hot is a shock too. (Star Wars, three years after Ep. III came out. Ha. HA.)

And now I have plot bunnies. This is good! As soon as I get my head out of the faux-high English bit so the Pevensies will sound like real people.

"Look: he worsens, he grows weak," Edmund said, placing his palm over the High King's heart.

"I fear for the fate of Narnia should it become known that the High King is taken gravely ill," said Edmund. "Our so-called allies wait for the slightest sign of weakness; if it should be known that Peter cannot fight, or that he has passed into the land of Aslan -- I have not Peter's skill in the art of war."

...what now?

Oh my God, I am so confused. I got an e-mail notification about a comment...that isn't on my LJ. ryo_girl, did you leave a comment on my personal canon? Because it's a very good comment! ...but LJ does not acknowledge its existence, although Yahoo!Mail does.

Also, my hands are too sweaty to knit, and this is very traumatic for me, as I just started knitting in the round this morning (before it got so hot! I am in Japan, which is much more humid than Washington) but I cannot knit now. Why do I want to go to Louisiana again?

Speaking of which, I now have a flight reservation! Prior to today (when I found out that I got into the pre-orientatio orientation -- yes, yes, Tulane is very nice to its students -- program I wanted to get into, the NOLA program, and the track I wanted, which is Newcomb and the City), only my parents had plane tickets. I did not. Because I, as the one going to college there, clearly did not need any. No, because if I hadn't gotten into NOLA, I would be arriving a week later than I will be arriving, and the tickets can't be refunded. So we had to wait. And I got the last ticket for the flight in and the flight out (this one is in December, where I will leave the Deep South and return to the freezing cold Pacific Northwest).

Also, apparently I will be getting a new computer courtesy of my aunt and uncle. I did not actually think I needed a new computer -- my Dell Inspiron 1200 is clunky, but serviceable, and also I just installed Microsoft Office 2007 -- but apparently "clunky, but serviceable" is not enough for them. I am not going to complain. I want another Dell, and Tulane students get a 12% discount from them. Also Apple, but the only reason I want a Mac is to use Scrivener, and that's not enough of a reason for me.

The other day, I did something very girly. I bought shoes. (No, seriously, ducks, this is girly for me. I fail at girl.) I will post pictures when I return to Ellensburg and once again have my camera cord! I have them with red edging, and depending how much money I spend on knitting needles (because bamboo circs are awesome. Did I mention I'm knitting on circs for the first time? And on bamboo? And I bought many yen worth of yarn that my mother is frustrated with me about? Although if I can get them cheaper in the U.S., I'll just do that. I'm only stupid half the time, guys), I may get the same pair again in green. I also tried on a second pair of shoes, but I decided they were a little too girly for me. It was the bow. Also, they were mint green and brown, colors I like, but, well, possibly not on my feet. I would have gone for brown with cream trim, but alas, they only had cream with brown trim, which I was Not Down With. Also, the Ls were too large in the back, and the Ms were too small around the feet (close-toed, only with that little useless circly bit cut out, but slingbacks), and there was no easy answer. In America I have normal sized feet, but apparently in Japan my feet are huge. This probably goes along with how I am short in America, but tall in Japan. Seriously, I'm like a foot and a half taller than my obasan (grandmother).

Here is the thing: in Japan, everyone drinks green tea. All the time. No, seriously, ALL THE TIME. In America, people get pop (soda to, like, everyone not from the PNW) out of vending machines. In Japan, people get forty different kinds of green tea out of vending machines. Much healthier than pop, obviously. (For the record: I don't drink pop. Once a year, or maybe once every few years, I try it to see if I like it. I don't. I don't like flavored and/or carbonated water either. Water is WATER, dudes.) I rather like the green tea, though. Of course, this leads to me sitting in front of my computer at eleven o'clock at night (a.k.a. seven o'clock in the morning back home, but I'm now over the jetlag) reading knitting blogs (Crazy Aunt Purl), looking up patterns by needle size on Ravelry, listening to Narnia fanmixes, occasionally skimming Naomi Novik's Empire of Ivory, occasionally picking up my (non-cellphone-purposes-usable) cellphone to play Magic (I love this game. I know, I'm pathetic), typing and posting Narnia personal canon (oh my God, I am actually in an active fandom. This is a big deal for me. My last active fandom was CSI:NY and I was writing mafia Danny fic), drinking bottled green tea (there is also jasmine, which I usually drink back home, only I drink it hot -- Numi Monkey King Organic Jasmine Green, for those interested), and eating these little chocolate chip cookies that aren't as sweet as American chocolate chip cookies. Also, they're softer, which braces!me likes.

Okay, the knitting blogs are probably the reason I'm suddenly so wordy.

Hey, have I mentioned I ate raw whale? Yes. I had to try it just because, well, whale. How many people can say they've eaten whale, let alone raw whale?