My first night alone dot dot dot

So after the Tokyo orientation, I went straight to my host family`s house for 4 or so days. They showered me with kindness, gifts and Japanese culture. I don:t think I could ever have met nicer people. So nice that it was almost embarrassing. But I was also elated to finally go to my own apato. All I wanted to do was clean and eat and soak in the Japanese-ness of it all. That`s all I wanted. I decided to go explore the world and find a supermarket. I found the nearest one and headed straight for the food products I know: oatmeal and bologna sandwiches. I couldn`t find either and I CAN`T READ, so I decide to go back to my apato and eat the pizza that my okaasan (Japanese mom) gave to me.

So I put it in the MACROwave, that`s right the macrowave because everyone says it`s better than a microwave (btw that`s what I named it, not what it`s really called). Apparently, it can do anything hot to food AND it doubles as an oven, since there aren`t any ovens in Japan. The problem with the macrowave is that it`s so complicated and I don`t know what any of the buttons mean. So I happily begin pressing buttons to cook my pizza. I am so excited about this microwave thing. So, the macrowave cooks the pizza for about 5 seconds then all of the power in my apato goes off.
So I call my host family to ask them what should I do, and they tell me that having the air conditioner, lights, fan and washing machine on at the same time as the microwave is just too much. I need to ration my energy. WHOA! Ok I have never had to do that before. So by the time I get everything figured out and cook my pizza, it was two hours later and I was starving. I cooked it about 5 times, and it still had a doughy center. ARGH! I was so hungry that I ate the outside of the pizza, then put the middle in the toaster oven and toasted it til it was done. I always have bad luck when I cook. I don`t like macrowaves anymore.