The Google Weather app needs some work. The circled thingie if mouse-overed, gives a helpful note that it may be snowing tomorrow, despite the 32°C/24°C note (32 celsius is about 86 fahrenheit for those who speak that language).

I went to fireworks yesterday with my girlfriend and two of her friends (A and her boyfriend, H). We had a perfect view from where we were sitting, thanks to A and H who grabbed a spot for the four of us when they arrived. They were early, we were late.

A and H were both wearing yukatas while me and my girlfriend (Ayapuu) wore regular clothes. I would’ve liked to have worn my yukata again too, but neither me nor my girlfriend thought about it.

When we got there, there was this little wagon-trail of food stands, lit up and noisy, down below where we were sitting, so me and Ayapuu went down and bought Takoyaki, fried chicken (in a mug…?), and yakisoba. Tasted awesome but we could only carry that much so we didn’t really get full.

The fireworks were pretty. Sort of like art. Not at all like the fireworks in Sweden, in new years, with the whole sky exploding in colors. The Swedish new years fireworks have their charm too, but this was more “thought out” and less erratic/spastic. I think I spotted that mushroom in Super Mario Bros (the original NES game) that is the very first enemy you see, but I’m not sure.

It continued for a little over an hour. A 30-ish year old little woman was sitting behind us commenting.

On every.

Single.

Mother fucking.

Firework. Like, every time something appeared on the sky there was a comment right from behind. I shrugged it off, thinking she was with a kid, but afterwards when I turned around, she was alone with her (I presume) boyfriend. No kid.

Anyway, there was a silly amount of people there, though I’m sort of getting used to the concept by now. The way home I thought we were gonna be standing in line to get on the train for an hour+, but we got on the first one that arrived, some 10 minutes after we got there. With the amount of people there, it must have taken like 3-4 trains before everyone managed to get back home.

When we got back to my girlfriends’ city, we went to a convenience store and bought food (told you the Takoyaki/fried chicken (in a mug…?)/yakisoba combo wasn’t enough) which we ate back at her family’s place.

I’ll definitely go again next year, praying that the retarded little woman won’t be anywhere in my vicinity that time. I was told that there were fireworks today as well, but I’m not THAT intrigued by them, so I’m just gonna wait until next year.

Or try to get my ass to Sweden this new years.

So, my very first earthquake today. They claim it was stronger than the usual ones. I was sort of looking forward to it, for two reasons.

1. I hadn’t experienced one ever.

2. I wanted the experience once, so I didn’t panic if a “bad one” happened.

The bad news? I slept right through it. That just sums my life story up, right there. Blah! Better luck next time, me.