Hey-

It’s me again! But this time I have nothing interesting or funny to say. Except that if you check my facebook status you will see that this internet access is costing me 390￥ an hour (about $3.75). That’s because the only place here that has internet access also has a manga/magazine library that you can read while using the computers. And most of those things, are filled with boobies. Or at least their covers are, I’m scared to open them. Plus sketchy buisnessman are always here looking at naughty pictures. However, grandmas also come in to use the computers, so it’s not like it’s only for porn. Anyways.

I’m living in koganei-shi. Which is a commuter town about an hour from the outside of tokyo and probably like 2 hours to tokyo station. Because everyone only lives here there really isn’t that many exciting things to do, except there are a bunch of parks, and even like 2 mountains you can climb within walking distance of my house. It’s cool and I have been taking advantage of the parks and going jogging frequently. I also am probably walking an average of about 3-5 miles everyday. CRAZY! I’ve been so bored that I’ve started a rigourous regiment of working out twice-a-day, like push-ups and crunches etc. I’ve definitely lost a few pounds already, but before leaving for japan I went on a pre-japan binge. So I think I have equalized it right now. Plus the portions here are small so my stomach has shrunk. I do not think I could finish a typical american meal without feeling a little sick afterwards. It’s kindof stupid though, because in america I remember frequently eating until my stomach hurts. It seems so unneccessary now. Regardless, japan has a way of making you feel like a fatty.

My host family is like the freakin best thing ever! They are very nice and try their best to make me feel at home. It’s weird though because everything is so passive aggressive here. For instance, earlier today, I was sitting on my bed and my host mom came in and said, there are sheets in the closet. To which I replied, okay. Then she repeated it, this time pointing to the closet. I was like, okay cool.　Then she went and got sheets and handed them to me. And I realized she wanted me to change my sheets and clean my room. I did so, and then she came in and was like ooh it’s so pretty you have done a great job! Stuff like that happens all the time.

 jya mata

P.s.- For nerds (i.e. Joel) only. I can’t see the pictures either, on my account (i tried to post some) or katies. And I’m using internet explorer because that’s pretty much all they have on the computers I’ve been using. I dunno if this helps you at all.