The cake wasn't a lie...until I ate it.

A very Sundayish Saturday. Maybe it is the people I have been seeing today, the fact that my father said he'd go to the shop to fill the fridge or the fact that we ran out of milk(we usually have about 6 liters of that stuff at home. So...how???) but I was quite shocked when I at one point realized that it is Saturday. But then I felt happy, knowing I'd have another free day. So what that there will be this little thing called Homework that might require some attention. For now it is all rainbows and unicorns. I shall ask about Math homework tomorrow.
Now a hundred years later( read: a shower, a lecture about spaceships and stuff and a conversation history later) I shall move on to the darling topic that my favourite card game anime has ended. Turns out that the only useful thing in the last episode was the bishie's smile. Oh well, there was something about the main antagonist that made me think for a few moments that he was very cute. I have no idea what ruined that impression. Majesty Lord Blaster probably. Their naming sense got worse with every episode. At least I have new japanese pronounciations that amuse me to no end. Also there was another anime that ended(and it was the lovely anime that made think about why I am not a high school boy.). Guess what they did? That's right, they used the ending as the opening. I'm not going to start my rant here. Especially when people are able to read about it on a post already.
Now is the moment where I'd like to point out that I got myself some cake. I was very content until I realized that there was no milk(and my brother had just stolen my cup...). Let's say my brother spent a good ten minutes on the balcony. He was suffering, I assure you. But since there was no milk, I could not enjoy the cake to the fullest(apple juice just isn't the same...). It is a shame since I haven't had chocolate cake for so long.
I'd now like to talk about two emails I received some time ago. They were both related to fanfiction. Fanfiction that I wrote. It is amazing that after almost two years of no activity, I still get emails that notify me that somebody has read(and liked) my story. It almost makes me think whether I would like to continue where I left off. Though at this point I'd like to mention that I am not sure which one I am afraid of more: Katrina(who actually reviewed some time ago..and seems sort of angry) or Akira(who was a character similar to me). The welcome I'd receive would end up with something fairly horrible I believe.
Also on a completely other note, I suddenly remembered the U-bahn today. I think it had to do with some sort of smell that lingered in the air but I can't be sure. But well, it is the U-bahn. It is fun.

Milk tea,
H.