Forgive me father for I have sinned

It was an act of desperation and peer pressure. It was late, my stomach was growling with an exceptional fierceness and I don't know my way around well enough to fend for myself yet. So when Harry Potter came over to talk to me about possibly sharing an apartment (with another girl, pervs) and asked if I wanted to grab something to eat on the way back to his house (where we were going to meet my possible Japanese roommate, gosh get your heads out of the gutter), I said, "Sure! where ever is fine." I thought I was just being nice by not being picky. And where does he take me? One of the only places I would NEVER eat in America, McDonalds. Forgive me father, for I know not what I have done. It has been 10 years since my last fall and I swear it will never happen again. I'll do 10 hail marys and 25 lateral throws (Casey'll get that one...maybe) to repent for my unholy actions.

But in all seriousness, I ordered a Chee-keen-fu-rey-Se-t-toe. Okay, so it really wasn't that bad. It actually tasted fresh and not reheated, so I can't complain. Now I can say I've tried it, but I'd seriously prefer to stick with Japanese food (it's much more flavorful, though still fattening).

On a lighter, but no less unenjoyable note: I have been running around like an exercise addict the last couple of days. Yesterday, I LITERALLY ran around the nearby park Suijou Koen. It's beautiful! There is a path around a very large lake that has a rock garden/koi pond at the North end. There are always dozens of old man fishing, though I have yet to see a single person catch anything. I did see a couple of young kids catch a pig , I'm assuming it was their pet (common sense, right?). The park is generally really clean (the path is debris free), but the areas around the garbage cans are always full of spilled over trash. During my jog I noticed a large stack of dvd's haphazardly strewn around a garbage can, almost as if someone just dumped out their backpack and ran. This theory would make sense, seeing as ALL of the dvd's were of the hmmm, ahhhhh, 18+ variety with very explicit covers showing EXACTLY what you could expect to see inside. It's funny that a culture that shuns public displays of affection has no problem disposing of its porn habit in a very public place. From the looks of a couple of the covers (give me a break, I jogged around 4 times and I just couldn't help but stare!), whoever dumped them has a lot of penance to be doing themselves...not all of that stuff was legal.