The Roomate Situation part 2,

So a part of me feels really badly for my roommate. Japan does strange things to people. Maybe it’s the water, maybe it’s the fact that we are on a new hemisphere of the planet, either way, you aren’t quite the same person in Japan that you were in America. Myself, for example: I have become, for some reason, extremely clumsy. Japan Briana drops things, everything, really. A day doesn’t go by when I drop my pen at least once, on a good day, during class. I’m suddenly terribly loud wherever I go. I bump into things way more often than I used to, and my ability to figure out how simple objects work, such as opening a window, has abandoned me. This is not all that bad really. I’ve taking it as a premise of Japan that I must simply be a little clumsier than I used to be, no harm, no foul. My roommate, however… My roommate’s Japan self isn’t clumsy, she is damned, by the Japanese gods, to suffer. Everything that can go wrong does go wrong. The best example of this so far? Two days ago, her bike, her LOCKED bike, gets stolen. Now we were warned that this was going to happen. Bikes are like crack in Japan. (although the funny part is that the bike parked right next to it wasn’t locked and wasn’t stolen…) she comes out of a store to find her bike gone, and her helmet in another bikes basket. Now here is where I start to lose a little sympathy for her because, really, her ability to make rational choices doesn’t exist. (did I mention that I’m living with an exact copy of Tricia, except she at least is completely honest and slightly less fun because, let’s be honest, the only part of Tricia I ever liked was the personality she impersonated for my behalf) She decides that because the bike ride takes maybe 15 to 20 minutes, and as such the walk home might be an hour at most ( I stress at most) that she won’t walk home, she will just take the bike that her helmet was in……… So she gets home and tells Tsuchiyasan (our resident advisor) what has happened. Tsuchiyasan tells her she has to take the bike back immediately and walk home, but Jessica refuses. Okay, so… bad situation. Here is where the “Japan has clearly cursed you” part comes in. Jessica reaches into her purse for her wallet to pay the 80 dollars to get a new bike…and it isn’t there. It isn’t in her room or anyone else’s room. It’s gone. Yes, lots and lots of door banging and crying ensued, and I don’t blame her there because really that is a LOT to take in in just one day! Next day she goes to the police station where some kindly good Japanese citizen did what you are Supposed to do and turned her wallet in. Yey! And how convenient is it that she only had to make one trip to both pick up her wallet and get fingerprinted as a bike thief! No, I’m not joking. The real question is, did she learn a lesson? Judging from the fact that since then she has simply stolen a bike hmm… every time she has the slightest inkling to go anywhere, I’m going to say no. Needless to say, and I think I mentioned it before, she Really hates Japan. She wants to go home, she says it every day, it’s what the two Jessica’s have bonded over (without me of course because I love it here, which is really, I think, why they don’t like me so much anymore…) but her parents won’t let her come home earlier because “they bought the plane ticket so I’ll just have to tuff it out.” (I want Erik to know that I was all ready to come in with a sunk costs argument had it applied). This is possibly the stupidest excuse I’ve ever heard because the plane ticket would cost the same if they used it today as if they used it in august, give or take $100 for reservation change fee. I have to admit I’m a little disappointed; I would have liked to have the whole apartment to myself but mostly because I can’t stand the negative energy. All she does is complain about Japan and how much she hates it here. I feel badly for her I do, especially because her parents won’t let her come home but if you wanna be happy, act happy the rest will follow with time! (I had another moment this morning where my heart started to break for her as she was crying to her friend back home about how much she wanted to go back, but stopped because I couldn’t stop myself from laughing when she finished it with I’m getting so fat!)
I went shopping yesterday and got some truly tasty cream filled buns (So Good!) as well as frosted flakes (I finally found soy milk!), pancake mix (lots of meals, very cheap), a giant king sized bar of Hershey’s special dark (I couldn’t help myself) and a bag of some sort of tasty looking puffs that taste disturbingly like Michael’s mouth 0.o (not a pleasant taste by the way). Exactly like it, in fact, had he been a smoker. They wouldn’t be so bad, I think, if there wasn’t that resemblance, but I can’t bring myself to eat them because of it. I’m going to have to find someone to trade them with.
Today I went to extra conversation practice with Melville sensei. I was worried about it because she is so strict and it would be one on one, but I really enjoyed myself. The 20 minutes flew by in what seemed like 5. I will definitely continue to sign up for that, as conversation skills are where I’m really behind (and by behind I mean, behind for the second year I should be, not the first year I am, then I WAY ahead).

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