Author's Note: Yes yes, other things will get updated. Time i need. I return to college classes on Monday so...but usually I think I write more when IN school so I dunno. I need to update pretty much everything at this point but I'm like..I'll update what I want to work on and when.
I'd rather give out a good chapter than a forced one so just hold in there everyone.
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Entry 5
As I walked out of the salon wincing the other day, I wondered how it is women do this to themselves every 2-3 weeks. Such a evil ritual of grooming and costly too for all the pain is just utterly rediculous.
I'm talking about waxing, the bikini wax.
As research for the magazine, I had to get one of these evil things. NEVER EVER AGAIN. NO NO NO!
Getting off that painful subject, I spent my day off yesterday in hamster mode with plans to catch up on manga. Hamster mode being 'I'm not going to work on hair/make-up/clothes' and essentially consisted of my hair in a ponytail and wearing jeans and plan tee-shirt. And my happy bright blue sneakers.
I go into the local bookstore/cafe and grab a couple selections and go to a nice cozy corner of the cafe with a Heath Mocha Latte.
Somewhere after Hana Kimi, X, Imadoki, and in the middle of Hot Gimmick I heard a slight slamming noise that startled me and I looked up across the table...to see the Devil himself in jeans and a button up black shirt looking at me in that condescending way from behind the rim of his glasses.
Grumbling, I attempted to ignore him.
'I see your reading skills are used for good purposes.' he had murmured.
Setting my manga down I frowned.
'It's my day off, go away! I'm not in the mood for cynical bastards'
'It's a public place, Makimachi-san, and I don't care what day it is for you'
Insufferable!
Damn what a romance novel thing to say but still WHAT THE HELL is his problem!
I swear he's stalking me to being my day down.
Attempting to ignore him I continue and almost forgot he was there until I snickered at Ryoki's actions in Hot Gimmick and El Bastardo snorted.
Since I knew he was the stubborn type I figured leaving was my best option, but I'm stubborn as well.
I noticed he was reading 'The Sun Also Rises' by Ernest Hemmingway and somehow that figured.
'Hemmingway hmm'
'Yes, he's brilliant'
'He was a surly lush who made his female characters all seem like bitches'
And he actual smirked at that.
'Figures. You know Shinomori, not all women are evil'
Another snort.
'And in history men have practiced more cruelties than women. Wars all were started by men you know.' 'The Battle of Troy, in the Illiad, a senseless quarrel over a woman'
'That'a myth Shinomori. I'm talking history'
'It was a point made. Women are root of original sin Makimachi, it all started with Eve and the apple'
'If you want to get technical it started with the snake'
'Lilith was the snake'
'First wife of Adam Lilith? Perhaps...but..the bible was written by men. Whose to say what goes? And anyways, I'm not even Christian so I really don't care for that euphamism'
'I find it interesting'
'Of course, it gives you another excuse to put some intangible blame on the female species'
'Perhaps.' I knew then the conversation was becoming pointless. Neither of us would relent in the argument that seemed to form since our meeting. Really if he wasn't so damn infuriating he'd be such an attractive man. Those eyes are so....beautiful. But so cold. And I will admit I do love his hair but his personality COMPLETELY SUCKS.
Really a shame, if he'd lighten up and wasn't such an asshole he'd be totally bangable in my book. Regardless.
I wasn't in the mood anymore to keep up a polite facade and so I stood up to leave.
And then he said this:
'Meet me tomorrow night at de Lioncourt, on Chiishi Avenue and the corner of Bara Street'
I blinked.
'Why'
'I want another interview'
Perhaps I thought it a challenge, perhaps I was intriqued....either way I agreed.
And thus I must sort through my wardrobe for the right outfit as de Lioncourt is a gothic bar. Hurray for my ex-Lolita Goth days!
Time for sleep, I get to go to a corporate brunch and kiss advertising ass.
Wee.
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Entry 5
As I walked out of the salon wincing the other day, I wondered how it is women do this to themselves every 2-3 weeks. Such a evil ritual of grooming and costly too for all the pain is just utterly rediculous.
I'm talking about waxing, the bikini wax.
As research for the magazine, I had to get one of these evil things. NEVER EVER AGAIN. NO NO NO!
Getting off that painful subject, I spent my day off yesterday in hamster mode with plans to catch up on manga. Hamster mode being 'I'm not going to work on hair/make-up/clothes' and essentially consisted of my hair in a ponytail and wearing jeans and plan tee-shirt. And my happy bright blue sneakers.
I go into the local bookstore/cafe and grab a couple selections and go to a nice cozy corner of the cafe with a Heath Mocha Latte.
Somewhere after Hana Kimi, X, Imadoki, and in the middle of Hot Gimmick I heard a slight slamming noise that startled me and I looked up across the table...to see the Devil himself in jeans and a button up black shirt looking at me in that condescending way from behind the rim of his glasses.
Grumbling, I attempted to ignore him.
'I see your reading skills are used for good purposes.' he had murmured.
Setting my manga down I frowned.
'It's my day off, go away! I'm not in the mood for cynical bastards'
'It's a public place, Makimachi-san, and I don't care what day it is for you'
Insufferable!
Damn what a romance novel thing to say but still WHAT THE HELL is his problem!
I swear he's stalking me to being my day down.
Attempting to ignore him I continue and almost forgot he was there until I snickered at Ryoki's actions in Hot Gimmick and El Bastardo snorted.
Since I knew he was the stubborn type I figured leaving was my best option, but I'm stubborn as well.
I noticed he was reading 'The Sun Also Rises' by Ernest Hemmingway and somehow that figured.
'Hemmingway hmm'
'Yes, he's brilliant'
'He was a surly lush who made his female characters all seem like bitches'
And he actual smirked at that.
'Figures. You know Shinomori, not all women are evil'
Another snort.
'And in history men have practiced more cruelties than women. Wars all were started by men you know.' 'The Battle of Troy, in the Illiad, a senseless quarrel over a woman'
'That'a myth Shinomori. I'm talking history'
'It was a point made. Women are root of original sin Makimachi, it all started with Eve and the apple'
'If you want to get technical it started with the snake'
'Lilith was the snake'
'First wife of Adam Lilith? Perhaps...but..the bible was written by men. Whose to say what goes? And anyways, I'm not even Christian so I really don't care for that euphamism'
'I find it interesting'
'Of course, it gives you another excuse to put some intangible blame on the female species'
'Perhaps.' I knew then the conversation was becoming pointless. Neither of us would relent in the argument that seemed to form since our meeting. Really if he wasn't so damn infuriating he'd be such an attractive man. Those eyes are so....beautiful. But so cold. And I will admit I do love his hair but his personality COMPLETELY SUCKS.
Really a shame, if he'd lighten up and wasn't such an asshole he'd be totally bangable in my book. Regardless.
I wasn't in the mood anymore to keep up a polite facade and so I stood up to leave.
And then he said this:
'Meet me tomorrow night at de Lioncourt, on Chiishi Avenue and the corner of Bara Street'
I blinked.
'Why'
'I want another interview'
Perhaps I thought it a challenge, perhaps I was intriqued....either way I agreed.
And thus I must sort through my wardrobe for the right outfit as de Lioncourt is a gothic bar. Hurray for my ex-Lolita Goth days!
Time for sleep, I get to go to a corporate brunch and kiss advertising ass.
Wee.