I finally got around to taking photos of some of the notable stuff around the dorm. This SBC is just above the grocery store I always go to, and the absolute best Engrish ever (below) is just outside it. What a joyous concordance of events! I bought my first coffee since coming here, and the grande mocha was a touch pricey at $4, but nonetheless tasty. It had such a tall whipped cream head that I felt like I was drinking an ice cream cone with a liquid bottom. Did it cast doubt on my masculinty in the eyes of the passers-by? Darling, don't be a silly goose.
For some reason, all Japanese girls have an uncontrollable need to verify for you that they, in fact, enjoyed themselves after any given outing. Every single time that I hang out with a Japanese chick, ten minutes later she messages my phone with something like "I had tons of fun! Let's do it again!" What am I to say to that? Of course we both had fun - isn't that the entire purpose of hanging out with friends? What would they say if they didn't enjoy themselves at all - "You smell and your nose is too big; let's not be friends after all"? I feel like an idiot responding to messages like that, as I inevitably say something inane like "Yeah, it was great. Let's hang out again when you're free." Again, isn't that the unspoken premise of associating with friends? What other obvious inanities am I supposed to keep them appraised of? "Just thought you might like to know, I'm still breathing in and out! Usually alternately, too!" What about "The sun rose again today, and all signs point to its setting again in the evening!" or "I'm not entirely sure, but I'm quite confident that Europe didn't get eaten by space weasels overnight!"? There has to be a line somewhere, but I have no earthly idea where it is.
I am postively in love with my haiku class. Through some unknown dark art, the professor manages to be completely intelligible while spewing a million words per minute about all this complicated literary stuff that is in and of itself extremely interesting. It is the best class I have by far - I can only hope that this professor will teach something again next semester.
I ran out of mustard today! CRISIS! I was halfway through a meal of bread and mustard when - pfft - it was all gone! I blame the gnomes who root through my fridge at night, looking for building materials for their Mustard Palace. I'm sure it had nothing to do with me eating it non-stop for a week.
Gyaa! I'm give up!
