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HAY GUYS. I'm back nao. But I'm gonna leave again in another week or so. >3> Just so it's perfectly clear to everyone who reads this,
I'M GOING TO JAPAN AGAIN
with five other people. I've decided that even though I've been to the country before, I'm allowed to worry and stress and get all jazzed up because I have more baggage this time. And by baggage, I mean people who don't speak Japanese. Did I rant in here already about how I had to convince my mother that she could not go to Kyoto without me? Mmm. I praise you fearlessness, but, no, Mommy! No!
Is anybody who's going to Japan interested in this? Yeah, like I don't already have a hundred thousand things I want to eat. :/ Also, the average is $100 a head! YAY! >:| And we'd have to dress up...this looks like just about the worst idea ever. Can we please not do sukiyaki at Marunouchi Building? (But can we please eat something else there? Like their bento nom nom?)
Nothing really notable happened. Went to the usual places, did the usual walking, talking, eating and buying. Best discovery was bubble solution that I inexplicably remember from my childhood, Pustefix. It excels in making colorful rainbowy bubbles, though not so much in making big ones. I am deeply appreciative of shiny rainbowy things. So sometime at the end of the week, I got kicked outside to blow bubbles, and ended up with 8 mosquito bites on my legs. I was outside for 10 minutes? On a sunny, breezy day, in the middle of the lawn. Holy crap.
The house we stayed in was seriously in demand, because we had two different parties contact us during the week and ask to see the house. While we were there. They're not supposed to do that. The second set of people knocked on our front door and said, "We just thought we'd warn you that we're going to look around now." Mom's response: "No. Go away." <---really!! She said "go away!" AWESOME.
For some reason this year my favorite purchases weren't bags or jewelry, they were cookbooks from the 60s with horrible pictures and recipes. The winners are "Frosted Ham" (in a cookbook I lost, WHY), "Tomato Soup Cake" (with cream cheese frosting), and "Perfection Salad" (pretty obviously the green version of "Rosy Perfection Salad"). Since Perfection Salad's name isn't descriptive enough, I will explain that it is gelatin filled with shredded cabbage and pimientos.
I made sushi mostly by myself one night (mom was sous chef, so she did some crappy unskilled stuff for me). This especially was a win. I put together three different kinds of sushi with the help of a Japanese cookbook, and I got a sushi-phobe to like them. I liked it, too. The futomaki had dried shiitake that had been simmered in soy sauce and sugar. I wonder if I could modify that recipe so I could eat them without putting them in sushi?
I spent a lot of time rereading manga, namely Seikimatsu no Angel and Good Morning Call. These must have been more fun the first time around, because they felt really inferior when I read them last week. GMC is mostly notable because the author's notes in volume 5 are about Takasuka Yue's trip to Las Vegas, and ever since I read that I've had fantasies about Tanemura Arina coming to Boston and then writing about it ♥ That reminds me that I recently seriously considered writing a fan letter to Takeuchi Naoko. ...
I read more Renai Catalog, and Hanamoto Tane is still consistently awesome. She is my favorite, forever. Seriously, people, I understand that there are like 30 volumes to this and scanlations are nowhere to be found and there are no superpowers and it's not really outrageously exciting, but it's supercute and comforting. Oh, yeah, and I've pretty much decided that the main character's boyfriend is Roy In High School. =_= READ THIS.
I'M GOING TO JAPAN AGAIN
with five other people. I've decided that even though I've been to the country before, I'm allowed to worry and stress and get all jazzed up because I have more baggage this time. And by baggage, I mean people who don't speak Japanese. Did I rant in here already about how I had to convince my mother that she could not go to Kyoto without me? Mmm. I praise you fearlessness, but, no, Mommy! No!
Is anybody who's going to Japan interested in this? Yeah, like I don't already have a hundred thousand things I want to eat. :/ Also, the average is $100 a head! YAY! >:| And we'd have to dress up...this looks like just about the worst idea ever. Can we please not do sukiyaki at Marunouchi Building? (But can we please eat something else there? Like their bento nom nom?)
Nothing really notable happened. Went to the usual places, did the usual walking, talking, eating and buying. Best discovery was bubble solution that I inexplicably remember from my childhood, Pustefix. It excels in making colorful rainbowy bubbles, though not so much in making big ones. I am deeply appreciative of shiny rainbowy things. So sometime at the end of the week, I got kicked outside to blow bubbles, and ended up with 8 mosquito bites on my legs. I was outside for 10 minutes? On a sunny, breezy day, in the middle of the lawn. Holy crap.
The house we stayed in was seriously in demand, because we had two different parties contact us during the week and ask to see the house. While we were there. They're not supposed to do that. The second set of people knocked on our front door and said, "We just thought we'd warn you that we're going to look around now." Mom's response: "No. Go away." <---really!! She said "go away!" AWESOME.
For some reason this year my favorite purchases weren't bags or jewelry, they were cookbooks from the 60s with horrible pictures and recipes. The winners are "Frosted Ham" (in a cookbook I lost, WHY), "Tomato Soup Cake" (with cream cheese frosting), and "Perfection Salad" (pretty obviously the green version of "Rosy Perfection Salad"). Since Perfection Salad's name isn't descriptive enough, I will explain that it is gelatin filled with shredded cabbage and pimientos.
I made sushi mostly by myself one night (mom was sous chef, so she did some crappy unskilled stuff for me). This especially was a win. I put together three different kinds of sushi with the help of a Japanese cookbook, and I got a sushi-phobe to like them. I liked it, too. The futomaki had dried shiitake that had been simmered in soy sauce and sugar. I wonder if I could modify that recipe so I could eat them without putting them in sushi?
I spent a lot of time rereading manga, namely Seikimatsu no Angel and Good Morning Call. These must have been more fun the first time around, because they felt really inferior when I read them last week. GMC is mostly notable because the author's notes in volume 5 are about Takasuka Yue's trip to Las Vegas, and ever since I read that I've had fantasies about Tanemura Arina coming to Boston and then writing about it ♥ That reminds me that I recently seriously considered writing a fan letter to Takeuchi Naoko. ...
I read more Renai Catalog, and Hanamoto Tane is still consistently awesome. She is my favorite, forever. Seriously, people, I understand that there are like 30 volumes to this and scanlations are nowhere to be found and there are no superpowers and it's not really outrageously exciting, but it's supercute and comforting. Oh, yeah, and I've pretty much decided that the main character's boyfriend is Roy In High School. =_= READ THIS.
