June 25, 2002

I had a mildly sobering thought today: I am, in all likelihood, going to be studying the same kanji that my eight year old host sister is. Okay, maybe that isn't really a depressing thought or anything, but still, somehow it just doesn't sit right in the pit of my stomach.

Although that could be the unrefrigerated egg salad sandwich I had for dinner. True story, 'dat. I went to the local conbini to pick up some food, and there, right on the shelf next to the chow mein bread, was and egg salad sandwich. And what do you think I did next? Silly chylde, do you even have to ask? I bought that little sandwich, and then I ate it right up.

It was the most disappointing sandwich made of egg salad tucked between two slices of bread that I have ever eaten. For in order to lock in the eggy goodness, and lock out the evil germs, the actual egg salad was tucked into a pocket in the middle of the bread, which then had its edges sealed together to keep the preservatives, air etc out. So I got a lot of bread, very little egg. I haven't fallen over dead yet, which I guess means that it did work the way it was supposed to.

Homestay starts in two days. I'm scoping out the train station tomorrow so that I will be prepared for when the times comes to actually use it. The last thing I need to have happen now is to go to Tokyo instead of where I'm supposed to be (which, I'm quite sure, is NotTokyo),

English quote of the day: How come I don't get enough by smoking? I wish I had a fat mind. (seen in an highly incoherent magazine advertisement for…something… I really couldn't figure out what).

(yeah, another short entry. I've been busy and once again, it is late).

 

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