The most traumatic Tenimyu ticket application ever! *emo tear*
...So, on Saturday I was typing up my notes for my novel when I came to a page in my notebook that detailed the Tenimyu lottery system that started that day. I'd completely forgotten!
I rang and rang the number until I got through, listened to a long spiel in Japanese and promptly screwed it up typing the next number in the list. I rang and rang and the second time I tried typing the P-code twice. Fail.
They've changed the phone system so that this time you actually have to know Japanese to enter the lottery! *shakes fist at the sky* The third time (after much ringing), I actually listened properly to the instructions and managed to get to the end of the automated system (correctly? Who knows?). Now all I have to do is wait and see. And ring that damn number again.
I also have to wait for the results of the Terra e... event application. Koyasu-sama is waiting. *nods*
All internet cafes have free drinks, but this one has unlimited coffee syrups. I'm so tempted, but I really can't have coffee at this time of the evening.
I went out on Sunday and did some D&D tabletop roleplaying. Been a while, hasn't it? It was at kuroe's friends house and his wife cooked us all authentic Turkish food. It was amazing!
I'm glad that it was good, because my friends rang to tell me what a great time they had at the Jack Jack event. I'm glad for them, glad that they could go, but I didn't have the money. So I guess that phonecall was kind of bittersweet. Ah well. Next time.
I'm reading another one on my free book list. I think I'm probably in need of an intervention. This one's called "The Second Time Around" and is about a woman on the trail of a man who disappeared after apparently embezzling all the money from his company that he claimed had found a cure for cancer.
The advantage of this book is that the author is able to combine sentence structures to form more complex ideas. Compared to the previous books, this seems like sheer genius. There's also less 'telling not showing', which was driving me mad in the last two.
However, I can't feel that this book isn't for me. The author has a tendency to name-drop fictional middle-class characters ("The few clouds overhead were like puffs of white cushions, drifting around up there almost as an afterthought. That's the way my interior designer friend, Eve, tells me she uses throw pillows when she decorates a room. The pillows should look casual, an afterthought when everything else is in place.") and drink lots of red wine. Rather than going out to expensive restaurants, we watch Japanese boys pretending to be frogs with my friends and drink tea. I guess we must be doing it all wrong.