vale[ blog ] diary of the last hollow soul

First, Snickers. The best ever. Just eating one makes me happy, although it's addictive. Heavily. It's filling, great taste, great feel, seriously as if i was in some funny '90-s telly advert…
Second, Halls. Probably what saves me from catching a cold every two seconds. Sore throat, coughing and runny nose come very easily for me, but this autumn i could still manage to avoid them. Now it's getting interesting, because as i arrived home in the evening, huge SWINE FLU IN THE DORM (or something along these lines) flyers greeted me in the elevator. Hurray. Now the japs will panic at least as much as if it was cholera.
As for now, my life. Probably only because the aforementioned Snickers, but i can't worry about the exams (the first of which is in two fucking weeks, and i don't even have the book for that one yet). It's Rado's birthday party today, but around half past nine i'm leaving so that i could get to Shinjuku on time—with around twenty minutes of safety surplus. We're leaving for Osaka sometime after eleven, and i'll be coming back on sunday, with shinkansen,
Last, but not least, i love Japan Post. I wanted to send a package today, but i had classes till 4:20, and i had to pack it. The only thing i didn't know is that post offices close at five. I arrived there 5:08. That's three days' delay, sorry about it…