'Cause I love her with all that I am
And my voice shakes along with my hands
Cause she's all that I see and she's all that I need
And I'm out of my league once again'
Chapter III
Gaaaah, never knew that in doing my laundry I would learn the art of being efficient and responsible. Yih, now that's cheesy and overrated. And then I realize how "adultish" I'm becoming. I mean, it's not a bad thing; it's just a weird transitional phase for me—think quarter life crisis hehehe. I'm not a kid anymore—no more ten years old.
And so in between the sorting and the drying, I wandered around the house in search of something to do. The machine takes around 30ish minutes to whirl and hum and do whatever washing machines do, anyway. You see, I'm attending Fuyuumi-san's birthday tonight. But sheesh—I still haven't decided on what to wear, and I really regret why I procrastinated and failed to do my laundry last week. Ugh. On the brighter side, I called Kaho-chan up earlier, and she agreed with my suggestion that I pick her up so we could go together at Fuyuumi-san's house. Maybe…I could finally ask her out along the way. Whoooboy!
And right now, I'm really trying hard not to think of the food.
Distractions, distractions…
So yeah, growing old. It just occurred to me; the ambivalence of getting older, at least for me. Like I think I'm there, ready to take head-on responsibilities that come with age. But when a thing or two goes wrong or falls short of my expectation, to think that I hardly ever expect from anything or anyone which is saying a lot, I do a double take of some sort and re-think 'Am I really ready for this?' And so I tend to regress—y'know, bite my fingers and eat up the food intended for a month's consumption and curl up in this fetal position when life really sucks, and sometimes I wish to go back to 'before.' And then I remember Kaho-chan, and I take my words back again.
Kaho-chan.
Yeah, back to square one.
Nothing, and I mean NOTHING should go wrong tonight. And I wish Kanayan would stop snooping around and calling me 'chick.' What's with chicks and chickens, anyway? My brother wouldn't stop singing his foul chicken song—yeah, yeah, normally I wouldn't have cared but these days I find their jokes pretty annoying. Probably because they're true. Hoo—erase, erase! So, in a really retrospect POV; if the problems I had when I was a kid seem trivial and petty right now then most probably, the troubles that nag me now will seem totally hilarious or almost seem like nothing a couple of years from now. And then again, my problems when I was a kid involved mostly food, so…Ugh.
My brain seems to be on a run these days.
Kaho-chan.
Nah, nah, nothing can stop me tonight. And that involves the buffet. Hopefully. Suppose there is some quiet spot in Fuyuumi-san's garden; perhaps I could lure—no, where did I get that lure? Geez—perhaps I could get Kaho-chan to join me and I could then gather the courage to tell her how I feel.
I wonder what the menu for tonight is.
Now I hear the machine yelling my name. Responsibility calls.
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noooo--i did not neglect this story. it's shorter than i intended, though, sniff sniff, but i'm planning on going all out with the next chapter. sorry if i got kazuki's internal dialogue horribly wrong--but yeah, i love the guy. heehee. and hopefully i would be able to update before september ends. woohoo! ^-^