LOST in Translation (But I still can't find what channel its on)



Ahh...its been a week here in the land of the morning calm and all I've been obsessing about is how the survivors of Oceanic flight 815 are doing. Sure, I have a career to worry about and culture shock is about to set in, but I just hope those guys are okay. I'm still not sure what channel its on, but I hear those ladies at the supermarket talking about it. I know they are because here, the word "Lost" somehow has three sylables. My own life now seems like a Lost adventure. In theory, I'm hunting and gathering and sometimes, hoping a rescue plane will spot me. However, broadband internet and indoor plumbing make my island (peninsula actually) stay a little more bearable.
Having a 9-5 life (1-7 really) is probably the weirdest part of the journey. No matter what language you speak, everyone understands that Monday just plain sucks. The daily grind isn't terrible though. I work right by a college campus, so there are plenty of places to eat and they're all under 5 dollars. Goodbye paycheck! I start working with kids this Thursday and I've enclosed a sweet doodle that one kid gave me...thanks little guy!
But back to food...I've discovered that my uncle owns a sweet barbecue resturant and because of this, he doesn't accept my money. Let me repeat this: I eat sweet, sweet barbecue for free. Give me a moment....
so, week one: not so bad...food, shelter, a child's scorn...
but if I don't find Lost soon, I'm gonna tear up this country like Mothra.