shark attack!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So I was walking down the street last week,

completely minding my own business,

and this tall, blond girl wearing a shark parker attacked me

It hurt, too. My foot is injured.

And just in case the police could help me,

I got her picture:

Do you know this girl??

... Nah, I'm just kidding!

That's me at one of our schools, wearing five (!)layers.

Nice to meet you.

...I LOVE THIS PARKER!!!

Nah, I don't love this parker.

I am absolutely obsessed with it.

The reasons I am obsessed:

1) I can hide my face. Which looks like this:

2) The police drive by

V-E-R-Y S-L-O-W-L-Y

when I walk the streets.

3) You can't see my real hair color coming in . ...Which is not blond.

4) I look like a shark.

( + big teeth + violent)

5) I look suspicious. I've always liked looking suspicious. ...dunno why.

(dunno = I don't know)

6) It's big. huge. enormous. humongous. I can wear layers and layers and layers underneath. And it makes me look big.

7) It's just cool.

That's all folks!

寒くなってきましたね

お久しぶりです・・・

10月のハロウィンパーティも無事に終わり、12月のクリスマスパーティーに向けセッセっと準備をしております。

この間、お菓子を買いに行ったら、ポテチにチョコが付いたお菓子が売ってました。

早速　　　　食べてますけど、あまり美味しくなかった様で・・・もったいなで捨てるに捨てられず・・・・

もう、インフルエンザが流行しているらしいので、ハローイングリッシュではレッスン前の手洗いを強化をしていますのご協力宜しくお願い致します♪

the girl in white

I used to live in a house that was owned by the town, on a mountain near a lake and a cemetary. The first night I was just full of fear, because I had no means of communication; no cell phone, no land line, nothing, in a strange land in the countryside. I heard a sound, like a scratching, and opened my sliding door to see a..

spider!

no, not a ghost.

but it was as big as my hand, as fat as a fist, and hairy. it was disgusting. and shocking.

then I was introduced to the centipedes.

there were three of four a night, because there was a centipede nest under the house (maybe because the house hadn't been in use for over ten years?)

but more scary than fat, hairy spiders and poisonous centipedes was the girl I saw one night in my house.

It was the first week I was there. I was sleeping with my new cat (Shadow was a mean alley-kitten), and looked up to see a young woman or girl, with her hair parted to the side and wearing a white t-shirt in my hallway.

I stood up, ready to fight this intruder, and put the cat behind me on the soft sheets. When I looked back towards the girl, it was as if she had evaporated into thin air.

I checked all my windows and doors, carrying a plastic toy bat, but noone was in my house and all the locks were secure. But I was so tired: new country, new life, new responsibilities, that I just went back to sleep.

Before that day, I could hear footsteps sometimes, and doors opening and closing, but when I went to investigate, all was silent.

I had parties at my house (I was younger then), and the people who spent the night would complain about two things:my insane cat, and the sound of someone walking and slamming doors.

But after a while, seeing the girl in my house became common (except that time I was so scared I tucked Shadow into my shirt and hid in the closet), and those noises continued but I stopped thinking it was strange unless a friend spent the night and complained the next morning.

One time I found wet footprints on my floor, but the pictures didn't come out well.

And things would go missing. my keys. my contacts. my wallet.

and after a long search, I would find them in the back room (I never used), in the closet, on the top shelf in the back. every time I couldn't find my keys, I learned to search there. And more often than not, they were in the back room.

in the closet.

on the top shelf.

in the very back.

and I moved away from that house to a place where the toilet was a hole, my olive oil froze solid in the winter, and I had to go outside to take a bloody shower. but I digress.

a few months later, the guy who had come to take over my position called me, frantic, asking me to come to work and talk to him.

I went. we talked. and he said:

I saw a girl. IN MY HOUSE.

What kind of girl?
A young girl.

What does she look like?

She was Japanese. Had hair parted to the side. Wearing a white t-shirt. (which shocked me, because I hadn't told anyone about the girl, especially about how she looked)

When did you see her?

Last night. I was sleeping and woke up because I was so cold. And I found my blanket folded next to me--I never fold my blanket. and I looked up, and she was standing in the hallway, looking at me. I screamed SH*T, and she dissappeared.

Wow.

Have you ever seen her?
Yeah, but it's not a big deal. She isn't vicious. Just lonely.

and as I was leaving, he happened to complain about having lost his wallet.

I said, check in the back room, in the closet, on the top shelf, in the back. your ghost likes to hide things up there.

and he went home.

checked.

and found his wallet there.