I don't even have a proper preface to this entry. Nothing would properly introduce how I felt on Wednesday night, so as for what I did: some of you already know this, but on the evening of the 29th I attended my first Jason Mraz concert. I've wanted to see him live for years, ever since 2005 when I really started getting into his music and who he was and how he sang. This was the first time he played near me, and I was able--finally--to snag tickets to go see him.

And I still can't believe it.

So. What follows is an account of Wednesday, July 29th, 2009.

( oh, kiss me with your eyelashes tonight )

All pictures can be found here! There are no captions, though, so if you didn't read this you may wonder why there's a photo of an envelope that says 'Are you Toca? Yes, No' and also a picture of a man hula-hooping in a yellow jumpsuit. Just sayin'.

What I did today:

Sat in my car with the iPod in the speakers while my mother was buying plants and sang Arashi songs really really loudly.

With the windows cracked.

There was a lady next to me reading a magazine and her dog kept staring at me. It was really tiny, and ugly, with beady eyes, but I guess it liked Arashi? How can you not. So I sang to it. I sang, "RABU SO SWEET, PUPPY." 

It liked that, I think.

In other news, I am still kind of sick, but no fever (it went away the day it came back). I don't know. I'm all fatigued and have a very teeny appetite and shit. I would go to my doctor, but she is on vacation. WAY TO GO, DR. TANG. So again, I am in bed, writing fic and refreshing the same web pages over and over again and downloading Kokuritsu. My spring break is so much fail. Hopefully I'm better by Saturday (and I should be, because I really think all of this is being caused by that little red bitch that comes by every month), because there are picnic and photoshoot plans at Pullen Park! No, I kid you not.

Firstly, I thought this wasn't happening until Wednesday, but no, it's the 17th, not the 18th, and as my computer clock tells me it is Tuesday in Japan already. (Yeah, my computer is still on Japan time.) So, because I am a complete dork and have no shame, here we go:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the now 25-year-old Kazunari "I Like Hamburger--Gyoza, What's That?" Ninomiya, EVEN THOUGH HE STILL LOOKS NOT A DAY OVER SIXTEEN. But I love love love love LOVE him anyway--let no one deny that I like my boys just a little on the skinny side. (Say it with me: tall and lanky, TALL AND LANKY. Or at least fairly tall and lanky.)

And just in case you're feeling a little like a pedophile, have some medicinal Ohmiya to counterbalance: one, two, three, four.

MORE LOVE: this is what I like waking up to, shake it!; not only did he write this song, he also committed a mass burglary of hearts at the end; OKOGE NO SUUU-PUUU, supu de okoge! and manly Nino kissin' boys and frocliking on a pretend beach.

I am not good at finding links. My stamina level is very low, even for my favorite JE boy. Oh, life.

BUT ACTUALLY, there is more than just self-gratuitous picspam--there is fic. To be more precise, there is porn. Oh my. I was really intending to finish the monstrous Ohmiya fic by--well, by the time Nino's birthday rolled around, but obviously so much for that. So, to fix this situation, I wrote porn instead. No, really, it was that easy!

This is unbeta'd, even though I read it through once or twice (whilst blushing all the while) for grammar and spelling errors, and also things that make me cringe, although there still may be alot of those.

title: clockwork (or, the untitled nino birthday fic PWP)
pairing: Ohmiya
summary: There's a clock on Ohno's wall, right across from his bed. (Also in this one, Ohno is a machine, Nino doesn't know the limits of his own body, and there are puppies and Aiba/Jun. Who's on crack, now?)
rating: R

( how long--?  )
And that concludes my spastic birthday post for Nino--if you never come back to my journal, I completely understand. :D REAL POST TOMORROW.

eta: OH MY GOD I HATE RICH TEXT SO MUCH

I seem to have written fic.

It's been a LOONG time, folks, but I suppose now that it's summer my writing gland wants to partay it up. Not only do I have two fics in the making (one in planning stages (a collab) and the other, an Ohmiya, a whopping 13 pages already), but I'm writing a short story that's not even close to being done at 20 pages. This is all Word, folks, 12 pt Times. And it's not like I started them in March and am picking them up again--I started the Ohmiya yesterday and the short story a few weeks ago. I never write thirteen pages in two days. I usually don't even write things that are thirteen pages, let alone twenty, single-spaced.

I have officially exploded.

Anyhow, I know you all came here for the fic, but since you're going to read that anyway I decided to ramble a bit. :)



title: Charmed (NOT TO BE CONFUSED WITH THE TV SHOW. I wanted to name it 'Third Time's the Charm,' but whyjennifer  already has a fic named that, and I know it doesn't really matter but IT DOES TO ME. D:)
pairing: Koyato, a touch of RyoPi
genre: Y'all are mature. PG.
summary: It might have begun with a game of spin the bottle mixed with truth or dare--Shige doesn't really remember.
notes: This is, first and foremost, REALLY LATE ~*~*BIRTHDAY FIC*~*~ fic for saturnial  , who had requested, on her birthday spam post, comment spam and/or comment fic. But I was super duper late so I decided to make up for it by writing her this monstrous thing (that includes, on her vague request, 'Koyato fluff, awkward and inefficient, with Pi and Ryo on the side') that may merge on badfic (not kidding). However it is love- and fun-filled, I assure you of that. <333

ENJOY THE RIDE.