Exams are definitely over; yesterday I painted a box light blue for no reason (not worth taking a picture of), then I painted my face with a ton of makeup and snapped pictures of myself (I do have pictures of this), washed my face clean (no pictures of this though), concluded that I could not spend my days applying color to random stuff including my face, I had to get out! Of course I did. Jajamensann.

I walked to Shinjuku, got caught in a thunderstorm (I DID bring an umbrella, thankyouverymuch!),  and got soaked in the rain. (Seriously, it was raining sideways, it made me feel like I was back in Bergen, Norway. Yay. Or nay. Hmm.) I escaped into Isetan with wet hair and a dripping umbrella. (Isetan is a high-end department store. No, I mean HIGH-end department store. As in, even in the their food section on the B1 floor is presented like jewelry on silky little pillows. Mmm. Tasty jewelry.) Surprisingly, I did not receive that many nasty looks from the shop clerks despite my unfashionable appearance reminding myself of a drenched cat. I walked around and considered spending 1600 yen (that is like… 100 kr for you Norwegians) for a loaf of dark bread. This was only because I was excited to see a loaf of dark bread. My first spotting of dark bread in months, possibly in all of 2013!!! I concluded that I should manage my money better, and went and bought a bottle of Cava instead. Good girl.

I went home and preceded to drink the bottle of Cava. The Cava had the unfortunate side effect that it weakened my fine tuned super-motor skills just enough so I could officially become a member of the avocado-related-injuries club when I managed to slice into my thumb removing the stone. Bummer. But kind of cool when I realized that it must have been YEARS since I cut my fingers the last time. The irony was that as I was cutting the avocado, I actually thought about avocado-related-injuries. Now, this lead me to an albeit small, but yet enough to make me gasp, existential crisis. Because O-M-G – I thought bad stuff didn’t happen if you constantly thought about it very hard. (For example, this is why I freak myself out whenever I go on an airplane. I visualize how it will crash into the ground, and by doing so and being aware of the possibility of me plunging to my death in a metal tube, It will not happen in real life. Makes total sense.) And now, I cut my hand while thinking about cutting my hand. I have to rethink my entire being now. (Good thing it is holiday-time.)

After a rather unexciting night cursing avocado-stones and how impractical bandaids are (like – how DO you shower with bandaids?!), I finished up with a similarly unexciting breakfast, cottage cheese and blueberry sauce. Or, actually, for being in Japan it is quite exciting. I was stoked to find cottage cheese here in the first place, and the blueberry sauce actually almost tasted like Norwegian blueberry jam. Score!