Oh, so THAT'S what that was...
This morning, about 0600, I awoke to the sensaiton of my whole body trembling. 'Muscle spasms?' I wondered to myself. Then, still half-asleep, I looked up to where I had hung my jacket... and saw that it was swinging back and forth.
'...Muscle spasms don't do that,' I realized after a moment.
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'Holy s****, it's an earthquake.' I rolled out of bed and stumbled toward my WC, thinking that I needed to get into the doorframe to protect myself. I had just opened the door when I had another thought: 'I'm on the freakin' fourth floor. If the building collapses, I'm f'ed anyway.'
Very calmly, I shut the door, stumbled back across the floor, rolled back into bed, and went back to sleep.
The whole thing took maybe two minutes. Wow. In my first ten days in Japan, I went through an earthquake, and didn't panic. *pats self on head*
In other news, I've registered for classes (yay!) and eaten out at my first Japanese restraunt with people who aren't related to me. (*^-^*) The guy in the room next to me, a grad student from Austria, mentioned that he and some other guys were going to check out a rumored all-you-can-eat yakiniku place in Beppu-no-machi (Downtown Beppu). I asked to come with, and since I'm cute and charming, he agreed. We met up with two guys from Germany and one from France (the Brit bowed out) in the lobby.
Bob from Canada, another grad student who's been here a semester and our guide for the evening, dashed our culinary hopes, but did say there was another reasonably priced place near the bus terminal. It was pretty good - we ordered several servings of sashimi, yakitori, gyoza, and... stuff, and shared it all. Bob and I coached the others on proper Japanese dining ettiquette, while the Deutschers coached me on my German. Fun was had by all. (^_^)
After dinner, with some time to kill, we checked out the Daiei at the station - I bougth some reduced price bread, fish and sweet potatoes, while everyone else splurged on imported chocolates and cookies. (-_-) Men... *sigh*
I'm going to kill the people on my floor by the way - apparently, they were all raised in a pig sty, because none of them can clean the f-in' kitchen. I have an abnormal fear of cockroaches, so I'm in there every night, cleaning up after them. So, if you don't hear from me for a long time, I'm probably languishing in a jail somewhere, waiting for trial.
I'll claim justifiable homicide.
'...Muscle spasms don't do that,' I realized after a moment.
.
..
....
.....
'Holy s****, it's an earthquake.' I rolled out of bed and stumbled toward my WC, thinking that I needed to get into the doorframe to protect myself. I had just opened the door when I had another thought: 'I'm on the freakin' fourth floor. If the building collapses, I'm f'ed anyway.'
Very calmly, I shut the door, stumbled back across the floor, rolled back into bed, and went back to sleep.
The whole thing took maybe two minutes. Wow. In my first ten days in Japan, I went through an earthquake, and didn't panic. *pats self on head*
In other news, I've registered for classes (yay!) and eaten out at my first Japanese restraunt with people who aren't related to me. (*^-^*) The guy in the room next to me, a grad student from Austria, mentioned that he and some other guys were going to check out a rumored all-you-can-eat yakiniku place in Beppu-no-machi (Downtown Beppu). I asked to come with, and since I'm cute and charming, he agreed. We met up with two guys from Germany and one from France (the Brit bowed out) in the lobby.
Bob from Canada, another grad student who's been here a semester and our guide for the evening, dashed our culinary hopes, but did say there was another reasonably priced place near the bus terminal. It was pretty good - we ordered several servings of sashimi, yakitori, gyoza, and... stuff, and shared it all. Bob and I coached the others on proper Japanese dining ettiquette, while the Deutschers coached me on my German. Fun was had by all. (^_^)
After dinner, with some time to kill, we checked out the Daiei at the station - I bougth some reduced price bread, fish and sweet potatoes, while everyone else splurged on imported chocolates and cookies. (-_-) Men... *sigh*
I'm going to kill the people on my floor by the way - apparently, they were all raised in a pig sty, because none of them can clean the f-in' kitchen. I have an abnormal fear of cockroaches, so I'm in there every night, cleaning up after them. So, if you don't hear from me for a long time, I'm probably languishing in a jail somewhere, waiting for trial.
I'll claim justifiable homicide.