I went to school. Class is still boring so I spent most of the morning absentmindedly picking at the scabs on my forehead and ears. My head looks pretty bad right now. I pulled a rather large scab off the top of my ear, where the sores were the worst. I wonder if the other people in class could see what I was doing.
I went to a restaurant with a dorky-in-a-cute way guy from class. His name is Bren. I asked if it was short for something, but he said it wasn't. He talked about what a bitch his host mother is being to him. Apparently, they wanted to host a foreigner so they could practice English, but we are forbidden to speak English in homes and school. He politely asked her to speak in Japanese, which really pissed her off and now she is a total bitch.
I'm sifting through what's left of one of the packs of crackers my mother sent me. Seriously, wouldn't she have known that by the time they got here, with 8 or 9 lunch bucket micro meals on top of them, that they'd be powder? Still, they taste pretty good among all this icky food.
Yesterday I went looking for chocolate milk. All I found was white milk and cold coffee packaged like milk. Bleh.
The bathroom mirror in my house is heated.
It looks like I can get an internet connection at the other 2 cafes. Naturally, the convenient one doesn't do do-it-yourself access. Well, actually it does but they don't know it. Today, I plugged the pc's ethernet into the newt and set the newt to DHCP and got an IP. Unfortunately, my web and mail server was down. I hope everything is ok. I guess tomorrow morning I'll call home. Maybe on Friday I'll go to one of the other cafes. They're REALLY inconvenient and I'll have to take the street car there and a bus home. I won't be able to do it often because of the expense.
Had a couple of emails from friends. They were all very supportive and sympathetic. One of my friends told me how to say "quit fucking staring at me". I may start using it. My mother sent one that said my flowers were blooming. I really wish I could see them. She also said my kitties were doing well.
I was just looking through the self in my room. There's a thick layer of dust on everything in and on it. Some of the stuff has been sitting so long that the materials are fusing together. For instance, there's an unblown balloon growing into whatever it was sitting on. I wonder when was the last time any of it was touched. There are vhs tapes with no label and a stack of cd singles from the early 90's. I didn't recognise any of the artists, but they looked to be horrid. However, I did find a copy of the B'z cd that I bought used at a Media Play in Macon last year. (How a J-rock cd found its way to Macon, I'll never know.) There are old banks with coins in them buried underneath thick dust. I only touched the cd's, but my hands feel nasty.
Woo, JPOP on the radio! How did that happen?
It occurs to me that I should try to visit The Newton Shop in Tokyo while I'm here. Of course, it's not called that now, but still... Actually, I'm kinda scared to try. I've no idea where it is or how to get there. Guess I'll do some web research.
I'd love to go to Akihabara in Tokyo, but I've no way to take electronics home. Besides, I'd blow my remaining cash there and I should save it.
Today I bought little hand made wiggly magnets for my family from some guy who's always on the corner above my school. He's there every single day that it doesn't rain. What a life. The magnets were really cute, though. They were shaped like animals and their heads and arms and tails and fins, as the case may be, were all wiggling in the strong wind.
Sitting on the floor is killing my already-prone-to-aching knees.
Yeeowch! The top of my head and left ear really hurt! The shampoo really burned.
Dinner wasn't so good tonight. We had pork and slices of konyaku which were fried but not fried. They were cooked in a pan of hot grease but didn't have crust of breading. The pork had a lot of fat and konyaku is just gross. The pork was a lot like a greasy American pork chop. Japanese people don't trim the fat off of any meat. It's kinda making me sick. To go with it, we had raw vegetables and rice.
Hiroshi and I had another English lesson. I can never understand when he speaks English because his accent is so bad. I'm not trying to embarrass him, I really can't understand. Makes me feel really rude.