This is the soccer field where Kara and I play soccer. Although play might be too strong a word. Pretend to play perhaps? Please not that it is a dirt field. Unfortunately due to both Kara and I having contact lenses and the astounding fact that dirt can, and frequently does, become airborne, we can:t see for about half the class. And we really need to see, so when the ball comes near us, we can duck. Or run away. I should probably stop saying we all the time, seeing as Kara is much better and does a lot more than me (read: actually does something) in the game. But whatever.
Next up we have the stairs, which have been previously mentioned on this blog. I:d like you to take a good look at how freakishly steep they are and hopefully stop thinking I:m a majorly uncoordinated moron who can:t even walk down a flight of stairs whithough sustaining huge quantities of bruising to her butt. See? I may be uncoordinated, but at least I:m not an uncoordinated moron.
Right?
And finally we come to a photograph of the keyboard I am currently typing on. Please note the apostrophe:s position (shift 7) the puny space bar and the ‘change input language’ button situated right next door. I swear, when I get home I am not going to be able to type anymore. Kara has already spent a good half hour trying to locate the @ symbol near the enter key on her Australian laptop, instead of shift 2 or something.
Which is why I:m using : instead of the apostrophe. So if this blog is completely indecipherable, don:t blame me. It was the keyboard. It was all the keyboard.
And here is a pic of Tokyo Tower thrown in for good measure. We went there today, but I can:t be bothered to type about it, so maybe next time. Or maybe not. Whatever.
:m goin:, I:m goin:, I:m goin:, I:m goin:, I:m gone.
(Yes that was supposed to be an imitation of that lady from The Wedge. Have they cancelled that show yet? Cause it should SO be gone by now.)
Okay, really going this time.
Tokyo Tower
Tokyo Tower
Tokyo Tower
Tokyo Tower
Tokyo Tower