east of omaha

Let's just get this out of the way now since I'm capable of talking about very little without invoking 飛輪海's adorable ... whateverness. I'll get back on track with serious reflection, you know, someday.

Went for Japanese with friends from Thailand and Korea—depressingly, some of the conversation went, "Oh, wow, Brittany, you like SHINee?" Seriously, if I had never come to this country, in some ways my life would be different, I am just saying. In some significant ways. I can't actually eat sushi and the restaurant served nothing else, so that was sort of a bust, until we found a Baskin-Robbins that for some reason doubled as a Japanese import store...? Whatever, we don't need to make sense of it, what's important is that inside they had a magic product I have missed, a drink I was moaning about this very morning to thor on the phone. They had Mountain fucking Dew. Japanese Mountain Dew, sure, but how different could it really be? I bought three cans at some outrageous price I wasn't even paying attention to.

And it was terrible. Cruel fate, how could you do this to me. It's like giving me a Dominos delivery place around the corner that won't make cheese pizza! —oh, wait, you did that, too.

I'm actually having a lot of trouble eating lately. I figured that getting used to the food might make me a little sick for a while, and I figured that eventually my stomach would adjust, because what choice does it have? I didn't even consider the possibility that, after getting violently ill only ... okay, several times in rapid succession, my stomach would be all, "Yeah, fuck this, I'm out." Everything tastes like gruel and about half of the time I am awake I feel like vomiting is in my immediate future. To be honest I'm only managing to choke down just about the bare minimum required to live and have been doing so for about a week now, but uh, we don't need to spread that around. I'm surrounded by friends constantly but no one person can see what I'm doing all the time so waving off concerned questions isn't impossible, it's just difficult. "Oh, right, I'm not hungry, I got something with K. Oh, hi, K! Oh, it's fine, I'm going to eat with N. later tonight! N! Yeeeeah, I've actually got stuff back in my room, but thanks! Oh, I'm fine, I'm totally fine, 好好, 謝謝." Pretty much I am a liar. Who lies.

It just seems more polite than, "Leave me alone, or I will throw up all over your face."

I GUESS I'M GOING TO AN INTERNATIONAL FILM FESTIVAL LATER? Oh and I'm totally a professional English teacher now, but that pretty much sums that up and I'm now running out of room. Deleting the music video at the beginning would help with this, but no, I can't, never.

Edit: Oh my god internet if Donnie Yen is in a movie you have to tell me immediately what is this. What is this.