Fanfics and Regained Conciousness

Yare yare... You'd think that a jobless bum like me would have posted a bit sooner, *shrug* Gomen nosai!

Blame all of this Japanese on Rurouni Kenshin - my current all-time favorite anime series. Poor Aaron, although he loves the series, is nearly Kenshin'd out. My every waking second (I'm not kidding) is consumed with with that adorable red-head. And when I can't watch another episode of Kenshin, I'm barreling through as many RK fanfics as I can lay my mouse on. And the lemony, the BETTER! *rolling eyes in angst-filled adoration* I didn't think it was possible to have such a huge crush on an anime character! I mean, just look at him with that sweet rurouni face. He's the perfect guy - on one hand he's the legendary battousai that can handle any situation with lightening fast moves that send a shiver down your spine when you catch a glimpse of his amber eyes - and on the other hand he's the self-less, tender rurouni whose amethyst eyes reveal love and protection. How is it possible to have such a furocious crush on an imaginary character? And is it really that wrong to want to have his little hentai babies?!

I blame all this on Dr. Bob. I'm not sure if my 6-year-old mind could yet fathom the levels of devotion I would one day carry for Himura Kenshin... but back in the day, Dr. Bob was my man...er, dog. He had brains, a sense of humor, and obviously all the ladies wanted him. Just look at Nurse Janice and Nurse Piggy swooning over him! ... ano ... What is Nurse Janice, anyway?

Ah well, I'm doomed to worship at a distance, especially since I don't think Aaron wants me smooching the monitor. But it's just torturous that the Japanese are not very demonstrative. I LIVE for the romance scenes...and all I get is a glance, a fleeting hand press every ten episodes. A hug is so major that it gets dream-played over and over. Is it so wrong for Kenshin and Kaoru to kiss?! Why is that asking so much?!

***** Rushes off to read lemony RK fanfics *****

*sigh* Much better. Although Kenshin consumes pretty much my life, there technically are other events in motion. For those of you keeping tabs, yes, Friday was my last day as GMS 8th grade English teacher. Although I miss many aspects, I can't say that I currently want to ever teach again. Maybe if there had been different circumstances this time around, I would have stayed the course and enjoyed it. But "what if's" are cotton candy dreams and only good for short sugary bursts. I already miss the collegiality with Nancy, Robin, Debbie, Gaithor, Heather, and Wendy... and yes I feel obligated to mention them by name as some sort of visible token that I am thinking about them. Even if they'll never see it.

But I don't miss what I became this year, always tired, deadened to my own senses, not able to enjoy what I cognitively knew should make me happy. Each day for the past week or so, I've shed a layer of dead skin until I finally recognized myself again. I didn't realize the transformation as it occured, although (in retrospect) Aaron did point it out a few times. It was simply, I woke up Saturday morning, bright and alert, and noticed how beautiful it was outside. It amazes me even now how beautiful and refreshing each day is, how awake I feel. Heh... Aaron jokingly teased me this afternoon that he needs to find a way to keep me as a housewife. Who can blame him? It's the first time he's seen his wife in quite some time.

Of course, until he discovers a way to earn that extra $40,000 a year, I continue my job hunt. I have that interview tomorrow which I using more as a practice run than anything. I honestly can't even remember the position for which I'm interviewing. Notwithstanding that lack of enthusiasm, I am desperately hoping to get the editor position at Uof M. I hand-delivered my resume, letters of recommendation, and writing samples last week to the assistant to the director who told me that the director was out on spring break and that I shouldn't worry if I didn't hear from him until the end of following week. To plainly state it, I didn't expect to hear a call back until the end of this week. I was so happy when today the assistant called, said the director was impressed with what he'd seen, and scheduled an interview with "The Panel" for this Friday! You must immediately wish me luck! Repeat after me: Bonsai! Bonsai! Bonsai!