I saw something really awesome today. On my 10-minute drive between my junior high and my apartment, I always pass a gas station that’s the major truck stop in the area (and which has the cheapest gas–not that that’s saying much, since it’s still twice as expensive as in the US, but I’ll take what I can get). In the shoulder between the road and the actual gas station proper was a standard 16-wheeler’s trailer.
Printed on the side:
A trailer all the way from Mexico ended up in central Shikoku, Japan. How sweet!
In other news, Crush Kid has earned a slight upgrade to Creepy Crush Kid. I ran into him while walking out to my car–he was outside waiting on his bus–and he took up a good vantage point so that he could stare at me, a huge grin on his face, as I walked essentially the length of the school to my car (I will admit that I adjusted my shoulder bag so that it fell and covered my bum, as awful as it sounds; he’s a junior high kid and I wouldn’t put it past him to stare at it, though I’d rather not think about it), pulled my car around in a circle so I wouldn’t have to reverse the length of the school, and drove past him. He was staring and grinning at me the entire time. And then he gave me this really friendly, enthusiastic wave right as my car passed him…and then I noticed him jogging a few steps after my car, watching as I drove out of sight.
I feel so bad writing all this and feeling like this. I know he doesn’t have very many friends since he’s separated and put in a homeroom with one other kid. I’m sure he’s a sweet kid. I also just can’t help that this makes me feel pretty uncomfortable. It’s definitely not something I want to tell my teachers about, because I don’t want to make it a big deal (and it isn’t one–I see the kid 3 days a week and don’t think about him much at all when I’m not at school), and I’ll be gone in 8-9 months anyway. I’ll figure out a way to deal with it.
We have tomorrow off, and I’m planning to drive to Kawanoe, just across the border in Ehime Prefecture, to go shopping and just to hang out, since I’ve never spent any time there before. I’m also planning to go by a gas station to see if they can take a look at my brake pads (they squeak for a while every morning, but the sound goes away after a while)–I have an appointment with the local garage for them to take my car in and give me a loaner on Friday morning, but I’d like to avoid it if I can.
For now, though, I’m off to bake a cake and start watching season 1 of Battlestar Galactica. Yay, night of slack!