Much Ado About Me


	I am ...getting rained on in Tokyo. ...old enough to drink alcohol but not old enough to know when to stop. ...blogging since 02/22/03.


	Saturday, July 31, 2004 Welcome to Grown-up-ville Now that I'm back home, my diet has changed from convenience food with the nutrient content of polyester to actual home-cooked meals. My body seems to cope with the abnormal input of vitamins and fibers quite well so that the time that I didn't spend in the bathroom was used for shopping with my mom. This induced flashbacks of being 13 all over again, standing inside a changing cubicle and waiting for my mother's judgment. What is different, however, is that we now have the same taste in clothes. This is quite a change from when I used to shop in thrift stores. Now I look like the other girls from my business school, only less pink. posted by Bunny at 8:48 PM


	Wednesday, July 28, 2004 Back soon I moved back with my parents until I find an apartment in Brussels. This means that there won't be a lot to blog about for the next few days (or weeks?). It's been a while since I've last been home so that I've forgotten that we have a 70s wallpaper with the Manhattan skyline in our living room. posted by Bunny at 2:55 PM


	Saturday, July 24, 2004 I hope this is the end of ass sweat It looks like my mom's on the picture on the driver license but don't be fooled: It's me whom you'll be afraid of next time you sit in a car. posted by Bunny at 3:20 PM


	Wednesday, July 21, 2004 Are children supposed to think that this is how the world works? After watching Shrek 2 for a couple of times, I'm starting to think that the movie's message is: "As long as person A is willing to change for person B, B will refrain from actually asking A to undergo the change." If this was true, we'd get to hear more conversations like this: Woman: Honey, I want you to be happy because I love you, so I will finally get the breast implants that you asked for. Man: Baby, that's so sweet to finally offer to do this for me. By saying this, you have proven me your love so that I will get turned on by small breasts from now on. There's no need for the plastic surgeon to stuff your boobies like turkeys on Thanksgiving anymore. How about that? Woman: Wow, this went better than I thought. Let's get our winged horses and fly to Atlantis for a picnic, shall we? posted by Bunny at 10:35 PM


	Monday, July 19, 2004 Four more days to whip me into car driving shape A question that has never popped into your mind before will be answered finally: So when does my ass start sweating? -It does when I almost kill a cyclist during driver's ed. To think that I'll be having my driving test this Saturday makes it sweat even more. Money well wasted when taking into consideration my inability to cope with the multitasking nature of driving a car. Handling the stick shift, looking in front of you and into all the mirrors, keeping track of the speed limitation, not running over the little kids playing on the sidewalk, not scratching the parked cars I have to pass, being ready to brake, and keeping from having a nervous breakdown at the same time is just too much for me. I'm not really sure how absorptive the fabric of the car seat is but my guess is that the driving instructor is currently sitting in the puddle of my ass sweat in order to drive his car home. Serves him right for charging exuberant hourly rates and torturing me. posted by Bunny at 6:40 PM


	Sunday, July 18, 2004 A good way to end a weird weekend Went to see The Stepford Wives with two friends and enjoyed it a lot despite the inconsistencies in the movie. My male companions took an extreme liking to the "remote control"-idea but that's to be expected from guys who'd entertained themselves during the commercials by dropping popcorn into my shirt. posted by Bunny at 11:52 PM


	Friday, July 16, 2004 The washing machine: helper or ticking time bomb? Yesterday the washing machine failed to set my clothes onto fire. It wasn't for lack of trying though. The suds got into its way so that it merely boiled my blouses for a couple of hours. It seems that even the household appliances sense my negative aura and try to get back at me. I wouldn't be too sad about the ruined shirts never having worn them voluntarily except that September will mark the beginning of the era of blouses and costumes. posted by Bunny at 10:23 AM


	Tuesday, July 13, 2004 8 am: driving lesson Managed to back into a parking space even though I had a hangover from yesterday's drop of alcohol with some friends. I would have called that a success if the whole action hadn't taken five minutes. I was sweating profusely when I got out of the car. Killed the engine twice in less than an hour. Still hating the stick shift. Death to all phallic symbols! posted by Bunny at 1:15 PM


	Monday, July 12, 2004 I hope it's nothing a little drop of alcohol can't cure. And if I say a drop, I do mean it because I'm lacking an enzyme. I'm no fun anymore. All I do at the moment is sitting either in my gloomy room with most of my belongings in half-packed boxes, or in a car handling the stick shift like it's an ex that I have to get back at. posted by Bunny at 2:24 PM


	Friday, July 09, 2004 Future prospects: fleeing the country and becoming obese I'm back from my trip to France and I need another vacation. I didn't care for sun, sand in my pants or cold salt water because I caught a cold after a day or two. I have never felt lonelier than when being in the company of other people. I can't believe that I paid money and endured a car ride of over ten hours for this while being cut off the internet for more than a week. Now it's time to turn over a new leaf. I'll have to start looking for an apartment and move to Brussels next month. My job starts in September. Time to grow fat on Belgian chocolates and frites. Sticking to Brussels sprouts is not an option even if it means that I will be wearing a tent to work. posted by Bunny at 1:53 PM

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