This is the blog of a girl that cried on your shoulder and expects to not have to wait more than 3 days for a reply email, but it's been 2 weeks. You suck. You promised that you would keep in touch. You know that we'd be great friends if you did. You know that even at 22 years old I haven't found my "best friend" yet and that you're probably the closest person to that role, out of all my friends, if only you would keep in touch. I hate-love you.

Also, I'm really freakin hungry. It is half past 2am in Tokyo, I have class at 9am and I want a bicycle to ride across town, eastwards to the sea, as far as I can until I collapse or give in to my hunger and buy an oily bento from the konbini. Or meet some people that want to talk to me and are utterly delightful and we will go to some whacky "outsider's impression of what magic Tokyo holds" kinda place. Why do such mundane nights tend to happen the night before I have an early class? What's more is that I have a full day ahead of me: Japanese 9am -12.10, then I have to get on the train and go for a fieldtrip, to I don't know where, though I do want to go to the computer room on campus (that's only open at night and just 10 minutes' walk away) to print out the instructions, and my day will end when I finaly return to my dorm at 5pm, in time for dinner.

When it's this late, I tend to get complain-y, I think. But watch the "Alex reads Twilight" series on Youtube and you'll think that I'm not that whiny, especially since I've just tipped you off to something LOL funny.