outside the fishbowl, poking at the glass

Looking at the wedding photos of your childhood friends is weird. Even though Bunnyman and I have been together for some long and debateable period of time now, marriage seems like a foreign word. That's something normal people do. Not you, and not your friends.

Not like we haven't talked about it. He's brought it up to his parents, and I to mine, and they all approve, which is in itself odd. Part of me just doesn't see it actually happening, if only for the fact that I find it amazingly hard to picture myself in a wedding dress.

Plus, if things go my way, I may be in Japan this time next year. So many things could go wrong...I may get crappy reccomendations, I may not graduate on time, I may bomb the essay...and if none of those things happen, I may bomb the interview. The JET application should be posted in the next few days; most countries already have theirs out. All this waiting will result in still more waiting. Always waiting.

I suppose life will start soon.

In other news, I really wish the maintenance folks would stop fucking with our showers. They worked fine over the first few weeks. Now they're screwed up and need fixing after the first "fix".

Also, Chinese grammar is absolutely bizarre. You can say something like “爸爸，是做什么的？“ where 是 is a verb (to be as a linking verb) and 做 is a verb (to do), which makes the whole sentence literally translate as something like "father, is to do what your?"which should mean "what does your father do for a living?" No wonder we have Engrish. Also "boyfriend" （男朋友）translates literally as "to have a male friend," so you can say "I have male friend have" as "I have a boyfriend." I guess it's not much worse than Japanese. Words in Japanese that aren't really words are far too complicated to write. You can't just say "ichi," cos it depends on what you're talking about, and if you're talking about the number one, you have to say "ichiban," which requires a 12 or 13 stroke character that sensei is picky about. All attempts to simpify things are thus thwarted. And for some reason I insist on studying Asian languages.

Also to Blogger word verification: what exactly is a "ufohog"? Interesting.