Home Sweet Home

So It's been a month here and it's nice to know that there are people here who care that I'm alive.

When you travel a whole bunch it makes you feel really insignificant. There's so many other people around you that are bonded to each other in different ways, and it tends to make you feel rather lonely.

So when you hear your name randomly walking around campus or something, it's always an awesome thing.

I woke up late today because I went to bed late last night. That's sort of how it works. It's all scientifical. You figure, going to bed at 4:30 and waking up at 1:30...hey, that's still 9 hours of sleep! Nothing wrong with that.

Tried my hand at cooking again today. I only had some eggs, but I figured hey, I love scrambled eggs, so I went and made those.

Or not. Dear God I suck at cooking, cause my scrambled eggs turned into an omelette. I'm still not quite sure what I did wrong. But it tasted phenomenal, and that's more important. Japanese eggs are superior for some reason. I can't explain it, probably the lack of crazy drugs in the chickens. Can vegetarians eat eggs? I know vegans can't, but it's TECHNICALLY not an animal, so I'm not sure.

I forgot to mention yesterday that I found a book at the beach. I asked a whole bunch of people if it belonged to them and nobody said it did, so its mine now. It's from 1974. It's a really old timey manga with crazy old timey Akira style art. It's awesome and I can't read any of it cause its in another language.

Flash forward!

So I woke up and showered and around dinner time I figured I should go eat. But apparently a 6 egg omelette is HUGE, and when I got to the cafeteria I wasn't hungry. So I walked up this random stairway and found the bus station that was on top of there, which if Ryan hadn't told me about, I never would have bothered to see. It's got a pretty much vertical staircase ascent that I performed wearing flip flops. I don't wear flip flops. I'm not sure I have ever worn them. This was probably the sole most dangerous act I've performed while in Japan, and I leaned forward over that bridge to take some of those photos. When you're afraid of heights like I am, that is an epic maneuver.

Anyways it was hustlin and bustlin with tons of people that I had no idea were up there, and they had a restaurant and a shop there. Tons of Hello Kitty merchandise and some Shin Chan, and a bunch of gift foods and the like. You know, boxes of sample chocolates. Japan is pretty similar I guess, in that regard. The one thing the restaurants had: jyagaimo croquettes. I include the word jyagaimo because it means potato and it's an awesome word. Learn it, love it. I don't know what a croquette is. Not the actual definition of it. What I'd define it as is God's tears given physical and edible presence on Earth. DEAR LORD SO DELICIOUS. Essentially picture a mashed potato that is itself surrounded by a crunchy flaky crust and the whole thing is warm and lightly seasoned. I could probably eat these every day for the rest of my life if I had to.

After I left the station is when I heard that random person call me name, and I turned to see Jenny getting off the bus. So hey, that was cool. Apparently she went to Fukuoka for a random weekend. Ha, Fukuoka sucks! Or not. She said she wanted to go to the sex museum and I told her to take me, because I am desperate for people to love me in this world. Or something like that. I promise I'll upload those pictures right after the exhibit whenever I go. I don't want you guys to miss out on wax sculptures of humping zebras and Disney orgies.

I still don't feel like doing the beach pictures at the moment. I have time after Onsen club tomorrow, so I'll probably upload them then. We'll see.

If you're WORTH it.