I Hate Bubble Tea

I Hate Bubble Tea

…But other than that today was good.

Today was my Anime and Culture Club’s first annual Bubble Tea Sale. We had to go in a 7AM to a slew of bitchy janitors and grouchy teachers to cook the tapioca. Then we were eventually shooed into the staff room, we were forced to answer the endless question: “Whatcha doin’?” In the midst of all this, I was sent to go put up a stack of posters around the school.

As the rest of the Anime Club staff (my co-pres, VP and her man-slave) continued to make copious amounts of tea, I had to go to class. Joy of all joys.

Lunch begrudgingly came around and I rushed off to help with the sale.

…That’s all I really remember before the bell rang at the end of the period. I vaguely remember a very silent man-slave, an angry VP, and the fish and chips I somehow managed to eat. And tapioca. Lots of tapioca.

We ran out of tea the first period we sold it, so we pack up all the stuff, tore down all the posters I had put up and ninja’d the fuck out of there. We’re very efficient under pressure.

I kinda stumbled into history class and my next class (having to answer where the bubble tea went ever five minutes), and then I had to carry the giant pot (which I usually use for stewing whole turkeys and hot pot in my backyard) about 3km back to my house.

Luckily, my mother was home so I didn’t have to take the bus to get to my retail therapy. Plus, my Zune (which had been in repairs for a broken LCD screen for a couple weeks) FINALLY ARRIVED! 8D It’s so nice to have him back~

But for my retail therapy, I spent $50 at Curry’s (my local art supplies store) and among the things I picked was a Pentel brush pen. I’d seen Eric Kim use one when I went to a comic drawing course he was teaching, and I really wanted to try one. This is basically the first thing I sketched with it. :>

Anyways, the only thing holding my face up is my tightly-wrapped librarian-style pony tail of death. So I’m going to pass out on my keyboard now…

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