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the joys of streets without names
After checking into the dorm and getting myself into a reasonable state of organization (by which I mean not really organized at all, but comfortable about it) I went out to go try to find my way to the convience store to find a small basket for my toiletries and something for dinner.
When I got out of the dorms, I realized that I had no idea which way was up on the map. Cue about half an hour of mindless wandering through a residential neighborhood. Then a bit longer for actually getting to the stores in the right direction, then another hour and a half because Book Off happened. The end result was that tonights dinner was a thing of yogurt, a pudding (flan,) one rather lackluster butter rolls, and 3/4's of a tray of dango. The three on a stick kind. They were dirt cheap and that supermarket better get them again. They're like dense mochi on a stick. A rather sharp stick. They're lovely, though the pointiness is somewhat worrisome.
It has suddently occured to me that because I have my laptop, the Kodansha dictionaries are kind of redundant. They were heavy, too! >____
When I got out of the dorms, I realized that I had no idea which way was up on the map. Cue about half an hour of mindless wandering through a residential neighborhood. Then a bit longer for actually getting to the stores in the right direction, then another hour and a half because Book Off happened. The end result was that tonights dinner was a thing of yogurt, a pudding (flan,) one rather lackluster butter rolls, and 3/4's of a tray of dango. The three on a stick kind. They were dirt cheap and that supermarket better get them again. They're like dense mochi on a stick. A rather sharp stick. They're lovely, though the pointiness is somewhat worrisome.
It has suddently occured to me that because I have my laptop, the Kodansha dictionaries are kind of redundant. They were heavy, too! >____
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