Wingèd Lobster

I drew one in my notes in class today and for some reason thought it was the most amazing thing ever. It really seems less like that at the moment, but I promise you, think of it when you are bored out of your sanity and it'll be HILARIOUS.

So myes, classes started today. And I learned something about the Japanese condition: THEY LIE. Especially in the essence of "We'll have a 5 minute break after we finish with this". AND IT NEVER COMES.

Okay, granted, it was the non-Japanese teachers who did this. Still, very upsetting. I need the ability to walk around a bit or else my attention span dissipates and I go back to doing things like

doodling lobsters with wings in my notes in class.

Japanese classes are 90 minutes minimum. I'm not sure if this is the standard for colleges around the nation, but I'll tell you this, its irritating and it's rare for the teachers to be actually able to fill the full hour and a half with actual content, instead relying on students to stand in the front of the class and share stories about Sri Lanka. Which incidentally led to me learning the name: Muthudasinghe Arachchige Pathumi Iresha Dias. I wrote it down for posterity. So hey, congratulations girl for having a name that interested me. If you google search yourself now you'll have a hit. Your parents would be proud.

Also, a girl with the name Thanaporn which means something completely different outside of Thailand. Sorry to tell you that.

After the experience at the Pacific Cafe yesterday (see: Pokemon) I decided it'd be a good idea to go back there today and actually eat something. Grabbed a combo at random from the machine that turned out to be a fish panini, which i didn't even know was possible. It was absolutely delicious though, especially after I took the tomatoes off.

Came back for dinner and went with the safety staple of the cheeseburger.
Wait, no I didn't.

I ORDERED a cheeseburger but I have no idea what in the hell they gave me. The burger was...whitish. And there was this terrible concoction of chunky sauce on top that at best was chili sauce mixed with relish. And I hate relish, so if that's the best option you can only let your mind's horrible depths tell you what it COULD have been.

The worst possibility?


It still wasn't that bad though, and it vaguely tasted of cheeseburger, so if I had to I'd eat it again. Not over the fish panini though.

Also, I was going to drop my tourism course but the British guy teaching it is really cool and has the sweetest beard ever that not even yo momma could grow out. Which is saying something, cause your mother has a fine set of whiskers, finest in the carnival I've been told.



Also, my interpreting class (which I plan on being the hardest class this quarter) teacher is quite attractive. I would take her out to a nice lobster dinner and possibly even call her back.

(winged lobster)