Sanada Genichirou

( Atobe )

Apologies. I seem to have abandoned this once again, but I don't seem to be the only one.

The heat is becoming truly unbearable - I'm dreading mid-August when the temperatures peak. I've been running a ridiculously high fever since the beginning of summer; one that would make the nurses throw a fit. Thankfully I have no reason to visit the medical center.

There must be a way to prevent this. I'm not the only one negatively affected by my skyrocketing temperatures.

( Ryuhana )

I feel as though I should pay my family a visit this coming weekend. I do sometimes feel rather guilty about making my mother miss me so badly, but I suppose it's just something she's going to have to come to terms with. Then again, with both my older brother and I gone, I can hardly blame her - she spends a lot of time home alone when I was typically with her.

Hn. It seems to be rather quiet over LiveJournal as of late. I suppose one must put extra trivialities such as this aside while maintaining the delicate balance of good grades and performing well in training (both in-class and personal); it appears as though I'm quite guilty of doing this.

I can't help but contemplate this: what is the true purpose of keeping an online journal? I suppose it's much like keeping a handwritten diary, but I've never been one to babble relentlessly about my day to myself. Despite, I feel myself growing quite attached to this journal in particular (even if it's hardly in use). Seems like it would be a good way to keep in touch with people you may not see every day. Or see every day as the case may be.

I realize this is hardly interesting. Perhaps I've discovered the true meaning as to why people shouldn't keep online journals - in my case, I certainly have the tendency to ramble about inane things when given a "blank canvas," so to speak. As frightening as the prospect is, I fear I'm starting to behave more like my older brother as my time spent at Ryuhana goes on.

( Private )

... Thank you for the various birthday wishes. I had neglected to update closer to the date, so I apologize that the "thank you" is a touch belated. I'm not used to having my birthday recognized from people other than my own family.

I'm happier with my training, now. I do have to admit that I miss having the dojo close by for martial arts, though - the gymnasium just isn't the same. And this is a boring post.

I'm bored.

I didn't just admit to that.

Hn.

( Private )

It is indeed a beautiful day outside. I'd prefer if the temperature were to stay like this throughout the summer months, but I suppose that is wishful thinking. Sometimes I wonder why I haven't just made the move to Hokkaido, yet.

Uncharacteristically, I feel like... playing, so to speak. I'm not sure what this means, but there you go. Any suggestions?

As expected, the festival was immensely enjoyable. It was perhaps a little strange to encounter people I once attended middle school with, but not many questions were raised once the typical pleasantries were exchanged for which I'm glad. Not that I'm ashamed of who I am in the least. I've simply grown tired of the inquiries as to why I don't attend the high school I was supposed to.

I think I figured out the problem in my training, though, and I've resolved it accordingly. I've decided that perhaps I should focus more on just my abilities as opposed to my skill in other activities such as kendo and other various martial arts. Not that the latter is unimportant - quite the opposite - but there are a few aspects of my powers that I wish to toy with and advance.

Hn. I suppose I should take advantage of having my training partner nearby once again. Even if not by choice.

Waking up with your eyelashes frozen together is hardly pleasant. However, waking up with frozen sheets is even worse. I typically dislike sleeping with more than a sheet, but it's time to place the comforter back if I wish to sleep soundly through the night.

Whoever thought us sharing a dorm room was a good idea has a twisted sense of humor.

Hn. At least classes are plenty distracting. Training right now, on the other hand, leaves much to be desired.