叫んでも聞こえないこの声

Uninteresting Mundania

I cut my hair 3 days ago. The comments I've received in response to it have been "Oh shit I can't recognize you anymore" (I think that's supposed to be a good thing?) and "You look Japanese." I suppose that's what's going to happen when you walk into a barber shop and tell the lady there "Do as you see fit." Trying to get a woman's touch, or just lacking in the necessary language ability to say anything useful? You decide.

Lisa sent me some rather embarassing photos of me she took while she was here. May they never see the glow of a computer screen.

My tutee tells me that about 80% of the sakura blossoms are supposed to be pink, and the other ones are white. Strangely, I've seen about 95% white and 5% pink. I must be looking in all the wrong places. Hopefully my excursion to Osaka Castle (again) tomorrow will have some nice pink ones, because white is boring the hell out of me.

Apparently Lisa had a longish conversation with my mom when she dropped off a few things I had gotten them. I think she knows more about how my mom feels about me than I do now. My goodness.

Spring break is about to end. It's time to get back into the groove of classes, work, and research again. So long as I can get my professors to cut my shackles and let me get my finals done before summer break (7/15-9/5...yeah, there are a lot of breaks, this country is awesome), I'll be able to dick around in Japan doing questionable things, get back in time to snag an old job again (it's great getting recommendations from two lead supervisors, though I wonder what they might say about me..."he might be a little weird or raunchy sometimes, but he knows his stuff" maybe...I wonder if there will be any mentions of baby eating), and actually be back in Berkeley in time to go to classes instead of trying to convince my teachers that I should be allowed a bit of leeway because I added during the 4th week of classes.

Ahh college life.