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cimoreneate kung pao chicken. it was spicy and contained peanuts. then frozen blueberry pie, which was gelatinous and processed and just generally suspicious. my stomach is already starting up with the complaints, along the lines of "peanuts. wtf?", and "oh, you thought i wouldn't NOTICE the gelatinous character of the blueberries, did you?"
bluh. don't like. don't like! *whimper*
in other news, am packing tonight as soon as my stomach calms down, and leaving tomorrow around 1 for home, where it's warm. i'm going to take pictures of family, dog, and self with parents' digital camera because i feel like it, possibly dressed in yukata (=lightweight cotton summer kimono) because it is green and because i so rarely have an excuse to wear it.
two years ago a japanese exchange student named mayumi lived with me, and then i spent the following summer with her. i miss her a LOT. a LOT. it's hard to get used to being alone again when for a long time, you never are. i could lock myself in my room, but then whenever i wanted something, i could go knock on her door. we went to the mall like twice a week just to walk around together and ate lunch together every day and in japan we talked about her boyfriend in the middle of the night at the kitchen table over keeki and milk yogurt and macha icecream and tea.
i miss her.
/rambling
bluh. don't like. don't like! *whimper*
in other news, am packing tonight as soon as my stomach calms down, and leaving tomorrow around 1 for home, where it's warm. i'm going to take pictures of family, dog, and self with parents' digital camera because i feel like it, possibly dressed in yukata (=lightweight cotton summer kimono) because it is green and because i so rarely have an excuse to wear it.
two years ago a japanese exchange student named mayumi lived with me, and then i spent the following summer with her. i miss her a LOT. a LOT. it's hard to get used to being alone again when for a long time, you never are. i could lock myself in my room, but then whenever i wanted something, i could go knock on her door. we went to the mall like twice a week just to walk around together and ate lunch together every day and in japan we talked about her boyfriend in the middle of the night at the kitchen table over keeki and milk yogurt and macha icecream and tea.
i miss her.
/rambling
