attraction withered.

If only I weren’t such a chickenshit, I would’ve finally overcome at least one of the obstacles that are currently holding me back.

My name is Yukino, and I am a loser. y/y?

Anyway, today was Aunt’s birthday.  There was lots of (too much, really) delicious food.  Observe:

As you can see, my plate is already clean.  Not my shot glass, though.

And cake:

… is a three-layer monster of doom and gloom rainbows and unicorns.  I ate a piece, which I am sure weighed about a tonne, and hauled three more pieces home.  I urge you to guess what I’m having for breakfast tomorrow later today.  GUESS.

Anyway, Aunt E kindly gave me the cake recipe.  I’m not a baker, unless it’s some batter that I can just pour into a pan and forget about for the needed duration of time.  This cake is basically that, times three, because every layer is slightly different.  Cream & frosting are one and the same and very easy too, so I’m going to be making this when I feel overly healthy and have to rectify the sheer horror of that feeling with something sweet, calorieffic, tasty, and awful.

on such a winter’s day.

This is journal #6 of 2009.

I usually have a bunch of ridiculous little rules I set for myself, one of them being, “never use repurposed notebooks for day-to-day journal.”  I broke that silly self-imposed rule with this one.  I broke the hell out of it, actually, as it’s been repurposed two or three times before it even got the chance of becoming my daily journal.

Incidentally it turned out being one of my favourite journals of all time.  Of all time.

variations.

almost.

 

Roses are reddish,
Violets are blueish.
If it weren’t for Christmas,
We’d all be Jewish.
— Benny Hill

I wanted to go to a Hanuka celebration held at one of the public halls here.  I woke up when it had already started, though, so I stayed home.  A bit sad.

trying my best not to forget.

Spent the bigger part of the last hour or so contemplating the best way to start this place.

Still have no idea, but here we go. (Sentences in this post became obsolete when I’ve merged my journalling blog with this one.)

falling on my head.

 

It’s been snowing here for three days now, temp is -10C, and is getting lower as we speak. (As I type? Hah.) Promising -23 on a Sunday now, that’s gonna be fun.

Anyway, so yes, it’s been snowing, and I couldn’t go outside and frolic in the snow because I’m sick. But this morning, as I was heading to bed, I was staring out the window, with my back to the entrance door to my room. I heard some commotion behind me, everyone else already awake. I heard Brother pass by and enter Mother’s room. Heard him shuffle about in the balcony, complaining how bloody cold it was. Then I heard him push the doorknob on my door.

In hindsight, I knew something was not right. Brother & I prefer not to see each other in the morning.

Brother: Hey.
Yukino: *turns around* Oh, hel-
Brother: *THROWS A HUMONGOUS SNOWBALL AT YUKINO, hits square in the nose*
Yukino: -AUGH!!!
Brother: HEHEHEHE. *runs away*

My dignity. Eet ees ruined.

tell me why.

 

So looking at my photos through Google Desktop slideshow thing gives me a whole new perspective on them.  Suddenly I realise that half of them aren’t really as bad as I imagine them to be when I view them up close and big.

I think viewing my photos up close is similar to the effect of viewing my mug in a magnifying mirror.  With light.  The less magnification and light, the better I look.

Hm.

I’m not sure whether I’ve just offended myself.

damage.

 

When ten-year-old Melissa Poe learned about pollution, she wrote to President Bush. The letter he sent in reply told her to "just say no" to drugs.
– from How to Live Green, Cheap, and Happy: Save Money! Save the Planet!

This is so unfunny, that it actually is a bit.

Unfortunately, I don’t see ecosavviness in children around me, but it may or may not be because children around here are mostly preoccupied with their own survival.  I can only hope they will not grow up to be bitter enough not to care about the Planet.

trouble concentrating.

 

My Cousin lovingly refers to my room as "vytrezvilovka", which is a slang version of "vytrezvitel", meaning sobering-up station or detoxification centre.  If you’re wondering why:  Vytrezvilovki are usually very cold.

Yesterday didn’t go according to plan, but was a nice day overall.  Except that I decided to trot out and about in my coat, which is suitable for September, California style — and I doubt the temperature of California’s early Autumn days quite reaches the -3C mark.

So now my chest is in all kinds of abominable pains, I keep coughing like an idiot, and feel very dehydrated for whatever reason.

Life is swell.

still love her.

 

In 1992 Time/Warner published Sex, a book by Madonna. According to Vanity Fair, this megacorp printed 750,000 copies, the largest number by far of any first printing, and distributed them worldwide. Three-quarters of a million tons of aluminum were used to produce the covers, none of it recycled. Five colors and five different paper stocks were used, none of them recycled. Each copy came in its own disposable Mylar wrapper. Of the twenty thousand photographs taken of Madonna for the book, only a few hundred were used. Individually wrapped audio cassettes, CDs, and music videos were released concurrently. From an absolute waste standpoint, this book made Madonna the first celebrity in history to generate as much garbage and toxic effluent as a small town.
— from How to Live Green, Cheap, and Happy: Save Money! Save the Planet!

It’s fascinating, although in a scary way, if you think about it.  Also, sweet Jesus mother of God,twenty thousand photographs.