I don't mind living in a sty

Well, I do.  It gets to a point where I go on a cleaning bend because I can't stand it anymore but I like to think that I generally clean up after myself and I pick up my clothes and vacuum about once a week.  The batheroom unfortunately gets neglected for about 6, not to mention the kitchen.  Which might be why I had another litte visitor the other night.  Don't roaches hibernate in the winter like the rest of them?!  GOD.  I'm getting really good at handling them, though I still cringe at the thought of having to touch it.  My desk is covered in junk and my window sill is cluttered, as is my desktop.  The only reason I really give a shit is because Sachiyo is coming over to get pictures from yesterday because Nikki's camera broke (or got broken -- we don't know what happened; small childred are suspect) and Sachi's battery died so I had the only camera yesterday.  Hopefully the photos turned out.  I should go see if I can get the same (or similiar) as Justin on sale.  T'is the season~

If nothing else, I just have to put all my clothes and shit in the hamper and maybe run the vacuum around.  I only have one pot and the collander to clean but the stovetop is nassssssty.  We'll see if I can pull myself together before she comes around 2 to do anything about it.  I have so much fic to read! 

I'm hungry but too lazy to feed myself.

I have nothing accessable in the house and I don't want to cook anything at 10 o'clock.  I should take a jaunt to the store and get a snack.  I can't sleep if my tum is grumbly and I don't want to sleep yet even though I could.  Too much sleep is just as bad as not enough.

Sachiyo came by to get the pictures off my camera; it was her first visit to my place.  I feel like we haven't been the best of friends but it was nice talking to her on the way home last night.  I told her my most recent tragic boy story and we had a laugh about it.  She asked me what kind of Jboys I like but I didn't really know how to answer.  Just... normal?  I didn't think I had a type.  I am attracted to asian guys cuz I grew up in Singapore, surrounded by them.  It's not that I'm only attracted to them but whatever.  I don't even know how to explain it.  I told her about Watanabe sensei too.  She saw the group picture on my desk from our trip and she was like, "This guy?  Kakkoii~!"  She picked him right out of the bunch.  She said he's Johnny's-ppoi and I guess he is.  He does do his eyebrows, I'm pretty damn sure.  So I guess that is my type and then she was like thinking if she knows anyone like that.  Haha.  What a sweetie.  Well, that isn't at all shocking, seeing my taste in music.

Lesson with Tomoko was fun.  Some white guy came in and sat next to us and said hi, asked if we were having a lesson and then went about his crossword.  When we were getting ready to leave he asked me if I was seeing Tomo-someone tonight.  I gave him the blankest look ever and then he asked my name... he mistook me for someone else.  That's never happened to me before.  He felt right embarassed.  Haha poor guy. 

There's a Book Off right at Matsudo station so I went to see if they had anything and I ended up buying Summerland by Michael Chabon and Toujours Provence by Peter Mayle, which was on Claire Wright's reading list.  I've only read the first chapter and I'm really enjoying it. :D  Yay travel writing!