VIII

September 17, 2013 § Leave a comment

STINA, CHERIE!

[First of all, I have to apologize for the delay. Since the school that I go to is not actually a real school, the wifi broke, and while you’re back-reading these anyway, now you’re a solid 3 weeks behind schedule. I’m trying.]
Have you read Code Name Verity yet (did I get the title right? I hope so.)? Because I keep pretending that I’m a spy from World War II while I’m walking around, and that’s sort of what the book is about, so you should get on that if you haven’t yet.

I am Eva Seiler.

I guess you’ve done a little bit of school by now—I hope that they’ve finished with all of the administrative stuff. I never understood why they had to drag that out over a whole week instead of sitting everyone down on the first day and getting it all over with. Have you decided if you’re dropping French yet?
Today’s optional-hell-activity was Sport Day at the Beach, from which I was absent. I really did feel horrible (not only in the usual avoiding things way, that’s different), and I think I’ve figured out what it was: I’ve been eating at very strange times, I haven’t slept properly, and I really haven’t had any time to myself in a while. Despite the griping, I’m having fun and I think I’m adjusted mentally. Not physically, though.

Later on, I went to the Asian Market, which sadly seems to consist mostly of plates and spices instead of vegetables. I did come out of it with some rice, sriracha, a packet of wonderful-smelling spices, and two new acquaintances. You have no idea how happy I am to have gotten my hands on some sriracha. At my last job it was sort of my best friend, because it makes food meant for hangovers totally edible as a normal meal. I’d like an H Mart, though, please. Can you send one for Christmas?

Post-Market, I went wandering. I wander quite a lot, because it gives me something to do and things to look at, and then I won’t get lost later. Not that you could really get lost here—pretty much if you fall into the ocean you’ve gone the wrong way.

I found more things that were falling apart, some train tracks, some bunnies, and the aforepromised Karshed trees. Aforepromised is a word, Microsoft, don’t even. As is Karshed, for that matter. Terrifying militaristic precision that is only barely good enough cannot be ignored. Ist nicht gut.

Sibling to my house

Karshed! Positively Karshed!

My favourite discovery, though? Garage doors by the docks with En Grève painted on the doors. I’d like it as a shirt to wear on the days when the number of fucks given is sub-zero. Sorry, I’m on strike, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Talk to me after my month-long vacation, but not on a weekend, because I sure as hell won’t be working then either.