adventures in japanese

One of the perks of dressing like a cabin counselor at Camp Tramp is the ability to fit ten days' worth of outfits into an ordinary-sized backpack and still have room for a guidebook on public houses and a copy of Ribbon no Kishi.

Right now I'm in the computer lab at my university, banging out my last term paper before I catch the midnight bus to Osaka. I'll be there for three days, then I'm going to Shikoku, famous for its pastoral scenery and, more importantly, its udon. Truth be told, it was never exactly on my bucket list, but when I was planning this vacation, I discovered that all my first-choice destinations were either highly dangerous or inaccessible, and given the choice, I'll take eating noodles over getting stabbed any day. Shikoku it is.

Since even I couldn't manage to cram my clunky old laptop in with my hotpants, unless I find a reasonably-priced internet cafe and feel like using it, I won't be online for a while. I have a couple posts scheduled for next week, which is out of character for me, but hopefully they work as planned and provide all ten of my readers with the entertainment you expect, no, demand from this blog.

PS: In my last 4-AM ramble of a post, I forgot to give a manly hug to my dear friend Anthony for tossing me a link a little while ago. You are a gentleman and a scholar, and a high school girl with magical powers, and when I come home, I'mma make you some okonomiyaki.