Blah. My brothers are a nuisance. I love them, but they're a nuisance. Going home because they're such a huge nuisance and I love them.

So. Coming back this evening with any luck. Just need to give Shin a lecture about how his Nii-san isn't perfect and he probably shouldn't follow the example set by his Nii-san running off to Osaka after high school. Apparently. Shin has had this all planned out for himself since I visited. I feel so horrible. I'm causing delinquent behavior in my younger siblings. I'm so bad. Bad bad person...

I'm so tired... My mother called to yell at me for this at three in the morning. Meh. So bad horrible Marui is going to Kanagawa. Now. As soon as I can find the energy to get up and, you know...move. Maybe...music will wake me up...

Happy Birthday, Yagyuu. :D

...Sleep sounds like a very good idea. As soon as I finish Skeleton Crew. Or at least the first story in it. I don't think I'll really be going anywhere this weekend. So if someone wanted to corner and kill or talk at/to me, they'd really just have to break their way in. ^^ And no, that isn't really permission to do it.

I got a really cute e-card from my brothers. It's this little gerbil walking around on a stage and it gives this little speech: "I like you. Iiiiiiii liiiiiiiiiike yoooooou. I LIKE YOU. I like you. I like you. I like you. I like you! I LIKE YOU! Aaaaaaalllllmost love you...and I LIKE YOU! You make me happy~! You make me wanna SIIIIIIIIING~! I! LIKE! YOU!"

:) They're so sweet, sometimes. And they like me. My loveable little brothers. Who talk to me regularly. Little hellions, though.

Maru is happy. Why is Maru happy? Well...

Maru got a Lily Allen CD from his brothers. Maru transferred all the songs onto his mp3 player. Maru went to therapy listening to Lily Allen sing about an ex who sucked in bed. It made Maru laugh. Maru's therapist finally got fed up with him and gave back all his shit. Maru left therapy whistling along to Lily Allen singing about how to let someone down easy. Maru got his allergy shot. Since Maru no longer has to suffer the weird therapist's guidelines, he gets to go back to his usual job. Maru got a set of pretty glassware in a second-hand store. Maru is saving it for a rainy day. Maru ate a teeny-tiny piece of orange chiffon cake and had coffee. After this, Maru got to his dorm BEFORE SUNSET. This was particularly joyous for Maru because haha, that has rarely (read: never) happened. Maru has food. Not ramen....Maru has sushi tonight.

Why is Maru writing in third person? Er....well, Maru feels very giddy. He might have forgotten a med. Maru's going to do some research for a a couple papers and then pass out. :D!

It's amazing how much satisfaction one can get out of shooting holes in a paper target. Seriously. And I insist...it has nothing to do with the targets being shaped like people.

I practiced my eyes-right for two hours last night. I had to sit down to practice after a while. My shoulder started to hurt, so I stopped. I can't march if I can't do the eyes-right. I'm...really bored.

...yeah. Really bored. And I'm wearing headphones. My ears are starting to ring from having the music on full volume...

Anyway, I got my progress report for the first half of my Guidelines for Living course. I got a new guideline. I'm not allowed to play with fire. There goes glazing the crème brûlées with the blowtorch.

Weeeeeeell, this one worked.

The meme tried to kill my laptop. Seriously. Every time I posted, it just stopped responding. T________T And my own was so AWESOME. People were using socks and gerbils and...and...and...

It's just not fair. I needed amusement and distraction...bought a new stress ball too, on the way back from therapy.

MARCHING UPDATE: We started our eyes-right. Some moron almost poked his eye out saluting, though. He got dumped. All's fair in love and marching.

ALSO: Does anyone know where I can get some cycling gloves? Like the finger-less ones? So my hands won't slip and throw off my aim at the shooting range.

Taking a little break from work. I hate hate hate hate HATE split shifts sooooo much. I went to work to set up, went to class, went back to work just as the group of one hundred went in and I poured them water and set out bread, butter and blah blah blah, went back to class and then work again and I was there until ten minutes ago. Just came to the dorm to change into a clean shirt. I have to help out in the kitchen as well as my regular duties. So I smell like...a steak. For now.

Well, okay. I have two kid brothers about five or six years younger so when I was seven-ish, I got used to walking the brats up and down at home to stop them from crying. But why do I have to be in charge of the THIRTY kids there? And the baby has the fixation with hair as they all do but....my hair is apparently there for her to eat. Because it's red. The waiters keep telling me to get a black dye rinse and then dye it before I go back for the rest of my shift but...much as I sometimes hate it, I LOVE MY RED HAIR. Even if it attracts perverts and makes drunk people grope me. So what? It's mine. And you know what? The group just decided to stay for dinner too. If I don't get paid overtime for this, I will get really pissed.

So....here's a pretty gruesome rhyme. Got it out of one of the books I just bought.
One in fire, two in blood,
Three in storm and four in flood,
Five in anger, six in hate,
Seven fear and evil eight,
Nine in sorrow, ten in pain,
Eleven death, twelve life again.
Thirteen steps to the Dark Man's door,
Won't be turning back no more.

Basically, in the book, it's a skipping rhyme and wherever you stop in the rhyme describes how you'll die. But it's stuck in my head now and I keep muttering it to myself. I don't even realize until I reach the end and start over....and I count steps but those are just my tendencies. I count steps sometimes. And I have to have the menus stacked perfectly. I have to.