IthinkI'mturningJapaneseIthinkI'mturningJapanese...

No, I actually really do think so...

Top 5 reasons why I'm slowly but surely turning Japanese...

1) I have an appetite for rice.

I came home last night and swore I could smell fresh, hot, buttery, salty popcorn. I was in drooly, Homer-Simpson-like heaven until I realised it was the smell of the rice I'd put on earlier. Rice!? It's bland, gloopy and ...it's just rice!

2) I've given in to my fashion instincts and just buy Japanese clothes now.

Considering Japanese clothes fall into three categories for me this is a pretty big step. There's the cutesy, gypsy look that young skinny Japanese girls do so well, the slutty short skirt-boots combo which looks hot on J-girls but seems to just make gaijin girls look slutty, and finally the 'Obachan' look that makes a 20-something gaijin girl look like a 40-something Japanese housewife. I seem to be able to mix these looks and find some things that appeal to me, although I'm leaning towards the gypsy look as it covers my wobbly bits pretty well...

3) I worry about my husband.

As in, I get his coffee for him as soon as he gets home, I lay out his clothes and towel for his shower, I see him off in the morning with his packed lunch. Since when did I become a concerned wife!? Ash is next, before long I'll be running to his school because he forgot his umbrella or something. This is another post in itself lurking...

4) I'm starting to believe that covering your shoulders may have something to do with catching a cold.

I never believed this one, I'm a tank top girl, even in winter, I rarely wear anything other than a tank top with a jacket over the top. (Errrr hello, Japanese trains/building/anywhere inside= fucking sauna!) But I have now had two colds in the space of about two weeks. The Japanese angel on my shoulder keeps whispering "Put a jumper on...." in my ear, while the gaijin devil on the other side is saying "Fuck that J-angel! Bastard shoulders having nothing to do with having a cold you big twat!"

5) I speak Japanese in my sleep.

I should be happy about this one, language may finally be filtering through all the dead brain cells and alcohol haze and be sinking in! Apparently the last few nights I've been laughing in my sleep and saying totally fucking random things in Japanese like, "かぼちゃちょうだい！(Give me the pumpkin)" and "やっぱりな！(Like I thought!)"

It's now been a week since the great dog fucker battle of 2010 and the icy awkwardness is not going away, but not getting any worse either. I've been too busy to really care anyway which is nice. Even though the air was supposed to have been cleared I fear another battle will be on the cards some time in the future. I don't have a lesson with nosey boss until next Monday too so hopefully she won't say anything. This whole episode is convincing me more and more to buy FIL's house if he gets transferred for his job, I really want to get away from the dirt path politics...

Grandma has been in bed for the last two days, I hope she's OK, poor old duck has a dodgy ticker and as much as she can be annoying, wouldn't want her to cark it or anything, who would remind me what rubbish day it was!? But really, I'd be really upset if anything was to happen to her, she's the backbone of Ryota's dysfunctional, unstable little family, it would really suck if she died...
I hope her 'shindoi-ness' wasn't my fault, I may have shocked her by leaving my washing out in the rain the other day, if it was the futons she definitely would have had a heart attack though!