Oy, Zona!

I luff that tea sampler you sent. GOOOOOOOD shit, man. I forgot green tea was more than hojicha and sencha and maccha. The pekoe and funky chinese one are GREAT. n.n

Now I just need to find a wire basket that will sit neatly in my mugs. Marukai probably has one. *ponders*

Need to get GJ stuff, too. Hm.

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Wow, but the ghost of Sad and Lonely Bitter Little Girl just bit me in the ass.


I blame the booming sounds of the on-campus party up the hill. Makes me crave socialization. >.<


I hate having all these little thoughts buzzing about in my head, but when I go to put them down on paper (or LJ, as it were), they scatter and I'm left with just a vague feeling of discontent and fidgety moodiness.



I've also really, REALLY been craving intimacy lately. Not really sex (though it's nice), but that pleasant sensation of being able to feel another person's skin and warmth up close. I don't think I've really let myself hug anyone openly since the Tuesday before Dad died. After that, it hurt too much. I'm still trying to find a seam in the iron wall I've set up around myself. Things overflow, escape when the inside's too full, but nothing really leaves voluntarily. I need to remind myself that there's nothing wrong with feeling emotions. That they're normal and human, especially now.





I think it's going to be a long night.

Chakai

So -- today was the first time I went to a Chakai in (properly fitting) kimono. It was very cool. :) I felt a little silly, as I couldn't get my kimono or obi to lay quite right (a little too wrinkled, little too loose), but Tam said I looked good, and she's not one for flattery, so yey. I must not have been too hideous. I even conceded to vanity and covered up all my ugly red spots, plus a coat of mascara, so I looked a little more civilized and a little less plague. I won a door prize, too, one of ten (and there were probably 60+ people there, so yey!), that's a calligraphy work by a zen master, and it apparently means "intense inner concentration." Tam said that was plenty appropriate for a novice learner. :-D Yey again.

The food was all right -- very carefully made, looked gorgeous, but I'm sadly not fond of vinegar or wasabi-based flavors. So I only ate the mushroom rice. It was all delightfully seasonal, though, including winter melon soup (with a huge clump of ginger. D'oh.) and a chestnut dessert. I luff me some chestnuts. And yakimo. I need to find both soon. (If I can find the yakimo, it's an excuse to dig out my toaster oven from under the bed, too!)

I felt silly up on the tatami -- everyone was watching me and the other non-Japanese guest wondering just how much we knew. Erg. The temae happened to be non-Japanese, too, though, so I think they were pretty darn forgiving for me to forget what in the world went when and where... I can make Tea, but I sure suck at drinking it. Dammit.


And then I made a fool of myself by doing some grocery shopping on the way home, in full kimono. ^__^ Ah well.

Naptime, now. o.o I'm SLEEPY.

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Go on, push my buttons.

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I'm feeling like an elitist LJ bitch:

Should I:

1. Cleanse my friends list of all people I don't like but put up with anyway? I could leave snide comments in their journals, too, but that takes more effort than it's ever worth.

2. Friends-lock entries constantly, rather than once in a blue moon?

3. Start up a new journal and invite all the cool people I like over to it via a filtered post? (I've got the journal[s], so keep an eye out for the invitation, y'all.)

4. Just go on drinkin' my Newcastle Brown and coming up with other Good Ideas throughout the course of the evening?

5. Any other suggestions for being better than the masses?



[This post brought to you by the letters F, U, C, K, O, F and F, as well as a healthy case of misanthropy and the number 69.]