The world is my trailer park.

Well, the island outing island *did* happen, but not for me. The rules were: if enough people sign up, the trip would be a go. But enough people did *not* sign up. What I wasn't told is they decided to go anyway. Apparently everyone waited for thirty minutes on Saturday wondering where I was before leaving. Hmm... My mind reading skills seem to be a little weak as of late.

Friday's meal was at a different restaurant than last year -- more expensive, less food, not as good, and the entire six hour ordeal was exceedingly boring. At least it was fake Japanese seating, with a hidden hole underneath the table.

I tried to do some laundry on Saturday morning, but my in-suite washing machine leaves much to be desired, such as an agitator. Quiet though it may be, clothes do not emerge from this machine in a cleaned state. Yes, an agitator makes a world of difference.

(If you are wondering how a washing machine cleans clothes without using an agitator, wonder no more. The answer is: it doesn't.)

Also on Saturday, I bought a junior high school reading-level novel called "majo no takkyuubin", which roughly translates to "Witch's Home Delivery Service". This was made into a Miyazaki movie entitled "Kiki's Delivery Service". You may have already seen this film; I haven't.

It's Monday, so that means new students. A little more crowded this week.

On a side note, I noticed an Air Canada jet had it's front landing gear collapse on itself. My Air Canada flight from Vancouver to Oosaka was aboard the most beat-up piece of shit I've ever had the displeasure to fly in. While accelerating for takeoff, the entire body began creaking in a disconcerting fashion, the painted-over rust spots on the wing weren't exactly comforting either, and only two out of the four "economy seating" toilets were working. Are they still Canada's most hated corporation? I sure don't care for them much. But more importantly, will I make it back alive?