It’s Monday night so it must be blog night. Warning, incredibly boring (to read at least) week. It has gotten around the time where I settle into life here and nothing to special happens. Read at your own risk. So without any further adieu:
So this week I got a three day weekend for some holiday or other. So exciting stuff and things. Let’s see went out to a bar with friends on Thursday. I lost my gloves and one of my friends got hot food spilled on them. On Saturday I visited another friend to watch the Last of Shiela, a good classic mystery movie. I liked and I recommend to others.
Hmm, seems a little sparse. Well I do have a midterm on Thursday so I spend a good amount of the weekend on my duff studying. Good times. Well, I recently got upgraded to a room with a TV and so I’ve been taking breaks to watch whatever is on. Some game show I like is something like from the plot of the Saw movies. A team of people are placed in some room and are given a time limit to solve a number of puzzles. The time limit is enforced via something like the room flooding or the walls coming in to crush the players. Naturally, it’s not fatal. The person who explains everything is a guy with a paper bag over his head. Nothing too frightening there. Overall, it’s a bunch of fun even if you don’t know the language.
Again no photos, although I have picked out a few key statues that need their picture taken. They are around a section of town I rarely visit so it might be some time before I get to it.
Since my week was fairly boring I will fill in with random observations:
When I was back in the states I would I look at random Asian people and wonder if they spoke Japanese. Now I look at random white people and wonder if the speak English. For the record, you can apparently tell if someone is Japanese by looking at their legs. If they are slightly bow legged, they’re Japanese. The reason is that they have a very stressful way of sitting and they’re legs have evolved that way. The drawback of this approach is that the person needs to be wearing a short skirt or something for you to notice and the fact you look like a perv while doing it.
Ask any Japanese person (a gross generalization) and they will tell you they want rice for their last meal. Me, I want bread. Pastry, sandwich, toast, it makes no difference. When you’re in the states, you don’t notice the little things like bread, but when you’re in a country whose grain of choice is rice, you get to miss bread. So here’s to the high carb diet.
I’m in a Japanese poem class right now. A small confession: I’ve been stealing and translating some of my poems out of English songs and translating them. I get a small chuckle out of making country songs sound deep.
By the way, let it snow. Finally get a little bit of the white stuff here and it's got me trapped inside while I wait it out. No, we're not talking blizzard by any means. Its just really wet and I toting my laptop around.
I blame this week on writers block. I couldn't even think of a very clever song lyrics. It's the title lyrics so search it up if you haven't heard of it. Funny stuff.
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