Monday, August 17, 2009


Apparently coming in at 3 PM with a sunburn so bad my face swelled up is not enough to get my coworkers to spontaneously ask how my weekend was.

Now I need to update about my Thursday adventure (le Corbusier's National Museum of Western Art and Yanaka cemetery) and my weekend (first night of staying out until 5 AM at the ageha club, followed by Mt. Fuji.) More to follow. I swear.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

ugh. another interim entry.

I left work early. All of my coworkers except Ana are taking the rest of the week off for Obon. It's a Buddhist holiday, I think, where you honor the dead and visit your family. Ana and I are probably going into the office tomorrow, and then maybe trying for something fun on Thursday and Friday (?). I don't know. I definitely don't want to go shopping again unless I can FINALLY find some more presents for the more difficult people on my list. (Or Japanese Muppet paraphernalia.)


I'm really tired and crabby right now and unfortunately can't think of a thing to say that I won't regret later for either a) being too negative or b) eliciting sympathy that I really don't deserve.


Monday, August 10, 2009

. . .

When I got up this morning she was doing his laundry.

Sometimes I hate people. All of them.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

. . .

So maybe they're language partners. But who eats supper with your language partner at 11:30 PM?

Fun times in Tokyo: Interim entry

Experienced my first earthquake tremor tonight. I was so stunned I didn't move or anything. But yes, I was scared. It wasn't a major tremor; the gas for the stove didn't even flip off.

Walking out to get myself dinner and some more butter for baking, I saw a four-inch long cockroach wiggling out its last in the middle of the pavement. I felt like barfing on the street.

I am, as aforementioned, attempting to bake. It is intimidating. I have a toaster oven and two burners and nothing else. I am trying to bake bread in a pot on the stove, after having baked cookies three at a time in the toaster oven last week.

Finally, I would like to note that even the really weird French guy (who I can quite frequently smell from five to seven feet away, and who I once encountered "practicing magic tricks" in front of the communal mirror in the kitchen at 2 AM) in my guesthouse seems to have a Japanese girlfriend. I am a little bewildered by how easy it seems for white guys to get Japanese girls to date them. The Australian dude in the house also has already a Japanese girlfriend.

I swear I will post more entries soon.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

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Kenta-san is wearing striped pants today. He is also wearing pink-and-black striped boxers.


Monday, August 3, 2009

Things I should tell you about


Things I should really tell you about at some point.

Chapter 5 (currently missing): My 4th of July Weekend (aka America Day) in Japan.

Chapter 6.5: My adventures with Eriko-san and Kiyoka-chan (I get to call her that because she is under two.)

Chapter 7-7.25-7.5-7.75-so on: My MASSIVE ADVENTURE in various locations throughout Japan.

Chapter 8: Day in Kamakura with Toshiko-san and Kyoka-chan (I get to call her that because she is six.)

Chapter 8.5: Awa Odori dancing festival. Perhaps with a retroactive entry about practicing.

And maybe another rant on her work. Who knows?

. . . Erk.