04; 横浜蜃気楼.

I made spring onion soup for lunch.


And this was the final result.

It actually wasn't that bad and it isn't made to be used with a spoon. It is annoying by fork, but I didn't have any chopsticks left.

爷爷 wants me to go and get a bank account so he can put money in it for my eighteenth birthday. He will only send it to my bank account [which I lack]. What an old man. He said he'll send me fifty dollars for Easter so that 爸爸 and I can go to the bank and get me one. Erm. Okay? Gee, how much dough are you sending me, ol' man?

Reading and listening to college talk gives me a headache.
I won't be doing anything after graduation, you know.

祝你和我进步，
再见。