Through the Eyes of a Wombat

Last night was the TUFSA (Tohoku University Foreign Students Association!) Welcome Party for 2004.
Pictures are up in the Culture album, so have a squizz. Apparently about three hundred people were there, which was interesting considering they budgeted enough food to feed one hundred, and then crammed as many people as possible into the one little room for food. See the vultures feeding photo. People here were in two categories: those who were standing right next to the food tables, who never moved, piled their plates high and shovelled food into their mouths non stop, or people like me, who were actively blocked from reaching the food until there was nothing left. I ate two leaves of lettuce.
Everyone then decided it was a good idea to stand in the foyer, and avoid the dance floor on the lower level. Why, I'm not entirely sure, but they did.
I went with the intention of trying to meet new people and have a good time, but the only person I met was an elderly chinese woman with broken Japanese who insisted on conversing with me, though I'm not entirely sure what she was trying to say. She was weird, so I left. I was hungry, too, after being promised free food, seeing copious quantities of pizza disappear down about three people's mouths, being promised fun and exciting people, having strange chinese women babble at me, and being promised good music and hearing Kylie Minogue, I decided to go back to the burrow and make some real food to eat.
Sigh.
I was also too excited about the possibilities of actually escaping to care much about learning Chinese.