Why must it be so late at night?

Just a little excerpt from our daily lives in the K household:

Husband: Runa~
Me: Hm?
Husband: I love you forever~
Me: You'd better. *smirk*
Husband: Or else what? *curious look*
Me: *pouts* Or else I'll be sad....
Husband: *pouts sadly* I don't wanna make you sad....
Me: *bright smile* Then love me forever!
Husband: *also smiles* Un! (yes)

In other news, we have begun having game nights every Wednesday with another married couple whose husband is also going to school with hubbie, and a wife that is also job-hunting like me. We played The NewlyWed Game (its a weird board/question game) and lost by a few points.... mostly hubbie's fault. *poutpoutpout* We also played a card game called Contention...I lost every round, and hubbie won once. *super pout*

I'm still job hunting, but I'm trying to be hopeful. I'm beginning to lower my standards, honestly. *sigh* It's a good thing hubbie makes enough to support us. But I wanna contribute!!! Graaaar! I also have a bit of pride warring with practicality. I want to do something either unique or somewhat prestigious, so that people I have been to school with will be like "Ooh. That's so cool!" and not be like "Psh. I worked there in high school. You got a college degree and still ended up there? Man, you're a loser!" ;__; Sadly, my pride looks like its going to take a few blows.

I'm volunteering at a place called Learning Ally. I really like it. I get to listen to people read books for hours, and get to meet a lot of cool (older) people on top of that! ...One strange point though: When I was getting a piece of paper to mark our place, I noticed that it said "Remember Learning Ally in your will!" and I was like (O__O);; 'Is this a place for old people to THAT extent??' I also happened to meet a Japanese woman there, and I'm considering asking her to help me practice my Japanese if/when she's free sometimes. There's no one else for me to talk to here! At least, not in Japanese.

Maya's been a really good kitty lately, though she really needs to see a vet so she can get her nails cut. They won't fully retract anymore. It's so sad. She scratches without meaning to.

I think I'm gonna go to a beauty school tomorrow to get my hair cut for really cheap. It's a risk, but I'm desperate to get my hair out of my bangs and I have quite a few dead ends in the back.... I'm considering turning on the charm to ensure I get a good cut, but I hate deliberately being charming. It makes me feel cheap somehow. :/ I also hate deliberately lying in most cases because it makes me feel like a coward (who runs from telling the ghastly truth).... Actually, I think I lie because I'm hesitant to tell the ghastly truth maybe once a year. All my other lies are either to give someone a self-esteem boost "No, ____, You're absolutely beautiful!" (maybe they're just pretty. And some people ARE physically ugly to me. I can admit that here, even if I refuse to admit it elsewhere. (I always strive to find something beautiful about them if that's the case)), or to help someone else out of a difficulty "Nope, Mom. I have NO idea who ate your cookies at 2:32 am last night. They didn't wake me, nope!" lol. And even those cases are pretty rare. Maybe once a month. I feel like I should be ashamed that I lie at all, but logically thinking, in almost all matters I am scrupulously honest. I feel like that's probably the best I can strive for. Is telling a lie a sin in the Christian religion? I honestly can't remember, but if it is, man are there a lot of people that must loathe themselves for what they feel they can't help.

Also. I have reconstructed the drink of my childhood: Shirley Temples. Club Soda + Rose's Grenadine + Cherries = Heaven in your mouth! Yum!

http://youtu.be/9VzPHHaP_00

Nightly Rituals

Heyla!

If intentions were carried out, I'd have written this at least a week ago. My bad. V.V Oh well. Anyway!

I figured I would celebrate our 1 month moving by writing a blog! And incidentally I'm writing about our nightly rituals on a night when I'm breaking them. :3 I do so appreciate irony.

Also, hubby beat me to blogging. :( Not that its a competition or anything... >.> .....<.< ....>.<

So, our nights have begun to share a pattern. First, we usually have some sort of dessert (sometimes it comes after the shower), shower together (preferably after doing something vigorous), and put on deodorant while brushing teeth and hair, etc. 

Then *grin* we climb in bed, one of us either opens our arms or asks/states "Cuddle!" and we curl up together for a while. Eventually one of us relaxes our grip or opens our arms/legs a bit, and we separate (because it is HARD to sleep cuddled up to someone else your size). 

We move to our own sides of the bed, usually. Actually, we've already switched sides twice. Heh. We like to mix it up? Then sometimes we'll talk for a bit (i.e. I won't be able to sleep so I'll bug him for a bit) before one of us says "Oyasumi" (Good night in Japanese). 

Then, in general..... =_=;; Well, in general he falls asleep and starts snoring. When I get too annoyed I kick his foot and he stops for a while. Then I desperately try to get to sleep before he starts snoring again. ....It rarely works. Lately though, he's started twitching his foot. Just thinking about that damn foot that twitches every couple of minutes makes me angry!!! I got so mad last night that I seriously considered switching rooms (we have a guest room because we weren't sure we'd be able to sleep together). I think I kicked him twice last night, trying desperately not to hold it against him, but even thinking about it now makes the anger burn deep in my chest and thoughts of cutting off those damn feet run through my head...... Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.....

As you can see, I at least have found something that deeply irritates me. I'm sure I irritate him too..... ^.^; It's not something to maim him over, just something I will fantasize about maiming him over. Does it have to be his foot? Does it have to be every couple of minutes, right when I stop listening for it??? WHHHHYYYYYYY?!?!?!

Lately he and my kitty of love have been getting along. He feeds her, and she sleeps holding onto him. He's even started admitting she's cute! He still swipes at her when she tries to climb on the bed with us though.... It always wakes me up... :( But it's still a lot better than it used to be! 

When I emerged from my lair earlier tonight and straddled him for a hug, I noticed blood on his ear. I immediately thought it was my cat that did it to him, but he said he did it to himself. That was a bit of a relief. Then! It was so cute!! I started to massage his shoulder a little bit, just to see how tense he was, and we both heard this loud CRACK! I looked down at him, shocked because I wasn't even sure I'd caused it, and he looked up at me. He looked up at me with his big, doe-brown eyes and said in a plaintive voice "You broke me." SO CUTE!!!! AUGH!!! WHY MUST HE BE SO CUTE!?!?!?!? ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

It wasn't fair....:( He was uber adorable and looked like a kid that had his favorite toy taken away, and I wasn't even sure if it was my fault!! 

Anyway, that's where I'll leave my update. I'm uber tired and wanna go to bed, but my stomachache hasn't gone away. I think it's because I had so much popcorn and soda today. :( I hate when I do that. Whelp, lots of love!