Of Mushrooms and Drudgery

Time to type in website: half a sencond. Time to navigate to website: anywhere from a second to several minutes, depends on my computer's mood. Time to sign in: a couple seconds. Time to go to "New Post": a couple more seconds. Time to compose my post: tenish to twentyish minutes. Time to post on my blog: not altogether long enough for me to keep putting it off.
i.e. From here on out, I am writing in my blog at least every other day. This is my plan.
Life lately has fallen into a monotonous routine. No explosions. No ridiculously good-looking transfer students. No random appearances in other realms. Only school, rehearsal, homework, bed. Every single day.
We are, however, putting on quite the play for school. Alice in Wonderland. And I am... the Caterpillar. Two hours of sitting on a mushroom and smoking a hookah. Sounds like a good time to me. Of course, Dy (nerdiest of nerdy) is in it. And, you know, the theater crowd is pretty fun. So rehearsals aren't bad. But the rest of school... what drudgery! And you know what's funny? Despite the fact that last year, I was anticipating every aspect of my life here, now... now I really want to go back to last year. I want to live with N again. I want to not have to care about school. I want to giggle over Herman and mischievious hyjinks.
But here's the good news. Mostly due to the influence of Dy, I have become so much more of an otaku. Last year, my otaku roots had started slipping out from under my fingers, but now they're back. In fact, I think I am more the otaku than I ever have been. Which of course means more anime and less blogging. But I'm getting back into blogging again. I will.

Of Sailor Transformations and Every Kind of Nerdy

Uh-oh. It's happened. My fondness for geeky boys has finally reached the limits of reality.
He is the geekiest boy I have ever encountered. Of course I would fall for him.
He is every kind of nerdy, but I won't say about what because (and this is most likely one of the most ridiculous reasons on the web; at least in the top fifty) I'm worried that it may give away too much if anyone in my school actually read my blog. Which I'm sure they don't.
He is the pale, skinny type. I'm sure you know the type.
I don't think I could have fallen for anyone more thoroughly undesirable to the public at large than Dy (I think that's what we should call him). He's several years older than me, and I am elated that he even knows my name, frankly. In fact, he came to sit by me today in assembly, and we talked about Sailor Moon. Dy said that it used to be a hentai anime. Ew!! But they had to change it all when it came over to America. Apparently, that's what all the smoke and special effects are for when they make their Sailor transformations. To cover up, er, what used to be there.
I've been thinking about Dy all day, though. This is escalating. This is bad. This is going to last several months.
The bright side is, I have a really good feeling about it, which is rare.
But I'm blabbering. Sorry.

Besottedly,
Rosie L.