and once again there are two

Matt the Tasmanian left today because of personal reasons, to return to his marsupial-infested homeland. This is sad because he was a very nice roommate to have. Now once again it is me versus the conservative gay Floridian. It is quieter than it was in days of yore. Unfortunate as this all is, we must go on with what we do best, and this is teach English and cook miso soup.
I consumed okonomiyaki for the first time the other day. It is called "Japanese pizza" by some, but this is a horrendous misnomer. It is actually a bowl of raw ingredients, consisting of an egg, flour, and various foodstuffs of your choice. You mix like there's no tomorrow, and then you pour it all out onto the heated grill that is the table. You then proceed to probe and poke it with a spatula until you are satisfied with its punishment, then eat it. I put Japanese mayonnaise (yellower and mustard-flavoured) and nori (seaweed) flakes on mine.
In other news, I joined a ping pong club in the city gymnasium, swam in the youth center pool, wrestled with a tanuki for a red bean cake, and learned some more Japanese. I figure i'll be an ambassador to Japan in no time.