Lucy realizes that her life is not really interesting in excruciating detail, so this is her homage to brevity and LOLs.
Currently, she talks English at students in Hokkaido, Japan.
A hobby of mine is stealing photo-ops that don’t belong to me.
I don’t understand wine, but it is sure nice to photograph.
Only in Japan will you get stopped by police and then be given a goody-bag filled with tissues and an adorable (yet poorly-made) cow plush. Such is my life.
…unfortunately, it sucked, so here is a poem in English that I wrote for my Japanese students:
Likes Japanese food
Ume-shiso is delicious!
Can play the saxophone
Yes we can!!
Small sketches of a bowl of rice, a saxophone, and Obama’s face accompanied the original.
First snow.
Ominous bobbling.
One of the hundreds of notes hidden around the house for her parents to find by a 6-year-old girl who died of brain cancer. (Via goodolddays)
After a month of collecting point stickers on my breakfast breads/burritos, I have finally obtained my promotional Rirakkuma mug from Lawson!!
Random street in the neighborhood on this cold autumn evening.
At the very last moment (night of November 1st), I decided to do NaNoWriMo. As predicted, it is not going well. So along with the writing, I’ll be taking a picture a day. Just so I have SOMETHING to show. This was last night. The sink on top of my toilet tank (gotta love Japan).
