thursday our 29th day in the March month of our Holy Lord: Son and Father à la fois, and a little Ghost added in for the spice.
welcome to Chinatown, or, à la française, Ville-de-Chine. Bienvenido a ville-de-Chine-o. I hope "chino" isn't some offensive term that I've failed to pick up. I don't know what it means! Okay.
Yesterday was a shitty, shitty day. I had a Physics to study for, which I did. Haha, I'm not changing that typo. That class is so awful. But afore I did that---ADVENTURE!!!
(Opposite of "dee-ssassterr")
We were talking about "omochi" in Japanese class. Apparently that's a polite way to refer to mochi, or something, because whenever I see it romanized, the "o" is missing. Well, it's the same thing for "sake." The word "osake" means the sake drink-- "sake" without the "o" means something different entirely, I think. But anyway, these "omochi" things are these tasty buns that are usually filled with red bean. Ergh, I can't write that description without thinking of different "buns." But whatever. Anyway, if you think of the correct buns, well, to quote Jon Mantell out of context, "That stuff is delicious." But I have no clue where to get omochi. BUT I know where to get stuff that resembles it! except it's chinese and really greasy. When I was growing up (as if I'm not right now) my mom often took us down to Chinatown on Sundays to buy stuff. One of the things we bought were these black bean buns. And guess what - Chinatown is a 30 minute trip (I think) from my dorm room!
So I got the craving for those things and just left and got them. Boston is sweet.
Uh, you might think I should plan better for my Physics test. Well, I knew I wasn't going to be able to read the fucking Physics chapters too quickly, so I decided I needed some reading practice first. Actually, I noticed my brain's capability has taken a dramatically big drop this semester, so I said to myself, "Self, it's gotta be that you aren't reading anything, whereas last semester you were." So I bought another Haruki Murakami book. If you haven't figured out by now, this guy totally kicks ass at writing.
South of the Border, West of the Sun.
Absolutely one of the most intense, incredible, and meaningful stories I have ever read. Short; I read it rather quickly last night. 213 pages and easy to read and worth every buck.
Then I had dinner at deeuiikku. Yeah.
Advantures.
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wow, you can really just go to boston on a whim like that? envy man, envy - i can't even do that when i'm at home cause i need a car to get to the train and whatnot. columbus.
and yeah, quite recently i read an article in the cornell daily sun (in fact, i might have read it today) about how bad chinese food is for you. it kinda killed a part of my soul.
and your comment about hte buns - it's not the buns that disturb me, it's hte red beans. can you spell hemorrhoids?
wow, i just found out how to break down that word. hemo = blood, rhoid... nose-like? i dunno.
disturbing.
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