Hatachi plus one

It was bound to happen eventually. Four years after graduating High School, a year after University, and about 7 months since working as an eduactor of children in a foreign country, I am finally 21 and recognisable as an adult by America and really old people (like my parents).

In a supreme shinobi attempt of sneakiness I managed to pull out two birthday nights (failing at the third). 'Nights' because of conspiracy of snowboarding, frostbite, and a job interview forestalled any effort and planning I had towards a party. First was Saturday night in an attempt to pull out people from work - which was already a bit too hopeful in the first place - and was also foreshadowed by NOVA's poor choice of payment scheduling - which is not my problem though. The second night was fuelled by a determination for karaoke, despite it being a wok night. Which was successful in the oh-so-double-edged-sworded way - I ended up being slightly convinced that leaving at 3am was a good idea and taken to a local family restaraunt - which I have now been avoiding for the past week due to my inability to associate the need to vomit and the bathroom. Damn you tetchy liver - or maybe it was the unwise combination of beer, vodka, tequila, and gin -- at least I didn't touch the shochu that night.

In other news -
My cat died
Australia Post stole a CD out of birthday package
My mother broke her foot
I'm going snowboarding this weekend
It snowed in Hitachi
I suck at interviews
Miraiken is awesome

More on those stories later. I so should've bought that iBook on Monday.