Hey guys,
I'm moving apartments! Ever since my explode-y shower has been unreliable, starting in January, I have been going to the gym shower and the onsen. Because of this, I am moving to the apartment building across from me. It is exactly the same as the place I'm in now, plus or minus some interesting developments. Plus: The view is nicer. Minus: I haven't found a place I can hook up my washing machine. Plus: I just cleaned it with my friends, so it's probably a lot cleaner than my current apartment. Minus: There's someone next door, who's living room and bedroom are flush against mine. I've got to finish packing up my old stuff and moving it. I have until next Monday. Oy vey. ね。
Not much else to write about. It's getting warmer and warmer. I'm looking forward to Cool Biz soon. Then I can stop wearing these long-sleeved shirts.
I wanted to write something clever for you. It's just not meant to be. I'll let you know when it omes ;).
Monday, June 7, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Backstreet's back, all right!
Now, to interrupt the long delay between posts with this important update:
I was at school yesterday, going to the lunchroom. I got in line with the other students. I took my milk, my soup bowl, and I was reaching for a bowl of rice- one of the ones filled to the brim with rice-y goodness, but before I could grab it, the lunch-lady said
"Here, take this one, it's for you," and proceeded to hand me a bowl less than half-filled. I looked down in wonder, and my stomach growled in confused hatred for this tragic turn of events.
I don't know if I looked confused, or if the lunch-lady was just so darned proud of herself, because she went on to say:
"I gave you less than the boys," and smiled.
"Wh-wh-why?" I stammered.
"It was said that you don't eat much."
WHAT?! ME?! Is that the punchline to a joke or something? Or maybe one of the teachers thinks I'm fat and I should try and watch my weight? What is this cruel joke? I couldn't believe it, just couldn't believe it.
As you might imagine, my voice, which I am convinced came straight from my stomach (and hence the bad Japanese that followed)
immediately said something to the effect of "No, wait, no, I like to eat. I am able to eat a lot. I always eat."
"Oh, next time I will you extra"
"Yes, yes, please, thank you."
Crisis, possibly ended.
Yes, I came back to my blog to write about that.
Let's see, what else would you probably like to know? I sent in my taxes. Woot? I don't really mind paying taxes (well, easy to say when I get foreign residence exclusion). But really, when it goes towards things like police, who keep me safe, fire departments, who keep my burnable objects from destroying me, and education, which attempts to make me smarter, I'm ok with it. Yeah, the agencies themselves aren't perfect, there is waste, squalor, and corruption- but until we live in a world where psychology meta-analyses (fyi, I just had to add "analyses" to this computer's dictionary) can strongly govern the way in which we do things, we'll just have inefficient agencies running things, and people yelling that they are inefficient while they are proposing their own inefficient version of how things should be done. Wow, sounding a little pessimistic there, ね.
Umm, guess I'll stop there. I've got some studying to do, as always. Looking forward to this new word list I compiled. 行くぞ！
I was at school yesterday, going to the lunchroom. I got in line with the other students. I took my milk, my soup bowl, and I was reaching for a bowl of rice- one of the ones filled to the brim with rice-y goodness, but before I could grab it, the lunch-lady said
"Here, take this one, it's for you," and proceeded to hand me a bowl less than half-filled. I looked down in wonder, and my stomach growled in confused hatred for this tragic turn of events.
I don't know if I looked confused, or if the lunch-lady was just so darned proud of herself, because she went on to say:
"I gave you less than the boys," and smiled.
"Wh-wh-why?" I stammered.
"It was said that you don't eat much."
WHAT?! ME?! Is that the punchline to a joke or something? Or maybe one of the teachers thinks I'm fat and I should try and watch my weight? What is this cruel joke? I couldn't believe it, just couldn't believe it.
As you might imagine, my voice, which I am convinced came straight from my stomach (and hence the bad Japanese that followed)
immediately said something to the effect of "No, wait, no, I like to eat. I am able to eat a lot. I always eat."
"Oh, next time I will you extra"
"Yes, yes, please, thank you."
Crisis, possibly ended.
Yes, I came back to my blog to write about that.
Let's see, what else would you probably like to know? I sent in my taxes. Woot? I don't really mind paying taxes (well, easy to say when I get foreign residence exclusion). But really, when it goes towards things like police, who keep me safe, fire departments, who keep my burnable objects from destroying me, and education, which attempts to make me smarter, I'm ok with it. Yeah, the agencies themselves aren't perfect, there is waste, squalor, and corruption- but until we live in a world where psychology meta-analyses (fyi, I just had to add "analyses" to this computer's dictionary) can strongly govern the way in which we do things, we'll just have inefficient agencies running things, and people yelling that they are inefficient while they are proposing their own inefficient version of how things should be done. Wow, sounding a little pessimistic there, ね.
Umm, guess I'll stop there. I've got some studying to do, as always. Looking forward to this new word list I compiled. 行くぞ！
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