Japan is well... Japan
I wish I had the moments to post my billions of hilarious stories... I wish I did so much.
Just so everyone knows, on the home-front, I tackled all of your LJ's. I am all caught up... yet I still really know nothing. Zoe, yours takes the cake for most entries (and longest) missed. (But it was an interesting read.)
Next I do facebook, pics (I may be taking some down, and reloading them up - don't ask, I'm weird when it comes to organization) - including ones from Japan. After that I move onto "fixing" some aspects of my LJ, and finally beginning to backlog my 2-months here. Around that time I also want to write some (and receive some) personal e-mails and snail mail.
I have so much to accomplish in so very little time. Strangely... learning Japanese is at the bottom of this list..... (IES Tokyo is a joke, people).
For our "halfway" trip (as if I've had a full week of school yet) we go to Nagano this Wednesday. I'll be back Monday, from whence it all goes "downhill."
To satiate you all (because I know you're, so, so deprived) I will write about my day, today.
Today (I felt it beared repeating), like the past few days I awoke two hours after my alarm went off. As my habit lately, I took the alarm to bed with me and instead of setting the alarm for later, opted instead to hit snooze every five minutes. Least productive two hours of sleep ever. But man did I have some crazy dreams. (Wait until I tell you all about how my extended family tried to save Florida from flooding by utilizing graham cracker barricades while my cousin Joe, the Terminator, ET, and I watched M.Night Shamaylans "Lady in the Water.")
After finally awaking, taking a look at my wretched unshaven face, badly-in-need-of-a-haircut-hair (please dear God let Joe take me tomorrow), and acne scared face I grimiced, but was reconciled by the fact I would be wearing my bitchin' sweatshirt purchased in Harajuku yesterday (very pop-Japanese in style) as well as a black T-shirt (also purchased at a "cheap" store in Harajuku) that simply has a comic-book-esque styled woman with the word "SAVAGES" scrawled on it in purple. I put on some gothic jewelry (again, Harajuku), did my Kanji sheet in a rush, and was out the door!
Well, should have been out the door. I had to scrap breakfast, dump gel in my hair, and wish the senile old bat I live with a "good day."
School was amazingly useless as usual. Today we studied causitive-passive in preparation for the quiz on everything I failed at last year (~kureru, ~ageru, ~morau, ~passive, ~causitive, and, of course, ~causitive-passive. Shoot me through my urethra with an arrow, please). At least I got my onion cheeze france. God I love the bread in Japan. It's superior on a level we haven't even begun to think about in America yet. I will write a post on pan. Watch me. Watch for the pan post.
For lunch I headed to the cafeteria with Liz to wait for Betsy, only to end up having a conversation about missed opportunities with Chris and sitting with Allison and Aly. Heaven forbid of course I sit next to Allison and Aly. (Due to some past drama, Betsy is no longer able to sit with said group). Oh... oh the stories I will unblock to people not in IES Tokyo.... The ramen was delicious though. A bit spicey. I like when they spice it up. You rock random orange cafeteria workers!
I was late for a student council meeting at the IES center I forgot about that didn't happen because everyone else forgot about it. It was resheduled for tomorrow and I plan not going because I simply don't want to. I'm the public relations department. (PRD and don't you forget it bitch). How gay is that? I was also late for the field trip whose location I accidentally had found while wandering around with Betsy and White Lisa in Odaiba the previous day after dining at Red Lobster. Tokyo Mega Web is marked as the first place I instantly new the best route for getting to... more than most people did, at least.
So from the IES center it was all Kaihim Makuhari から Shinkiba まで throw in a 乗り換えると to the Rinkai line and it's a straight shot to Tokyo Teleport (how cool is that name?) station. By the way, did I mention that Tokyo Mega Web (our random and completely useless guaranteed 1 of 2 field trips for Econ class) was located in PALLETE TOWN, the one and only? For the second time I made the Pokemon joke, and for the second time Betsy told me it wasn't funny. Well screw her, she thinks my sweater sucks. What taste does she have? (For the reference, Lisa and Liz loved it.)
Tangent: I love it when it rains. (Unless when I forget my umbrella, which has been 90% of the time. WHEN WILL I LEARN!!! *angrily shouts to the heavens but is answered incredulously by the sound of rain falling*)
The highlights of my Odaiba trip part two include some great pictures of Kirsten while she wasn't looking (it's been a theme), riding around in Toyota products, learning about "Equal Access Design" or some shit, riding (for free) the Ferris Wheel in Odaiba (I felt it deserved capitals) (except it was raining so the view wasn't that great... it also wasn't at night. When we have our Odaiba day I will conquer the beast by night, be assured), an interesting movie with special quest appearences by "Hairpin Turn," "Route 111," and "Turn 14," and eating pizza and gelato with Betsy in the most gorgeous mall in all of Tokyo, Venus Plaza (that I've seen yet, but I hear I should explore Ginza more thoroughly first before I make judgements).
While returning home Betsy and I laughed at some ugly Japanese people and then at a flaming gaijin wearing green eyeliner. Betsy said he was cute, but anyone that bright doesn't deserve my gay male gaze. After a bike ride in the rain subsequent to leaving the sation (I FUCKING HATE HOW MUCH IT RAINS HERE..... when I'm outside) I was greeted with more "questionable curry," prepackaged gyoza, and "the salad that never ends" for dinner. After some mindless conversation, Takeda-san went upstairs and Joe experienced his second bout of explossive diarrhea.
We decided enough was enough - that bitch was going to pay us $10 a day rather than feed us anything else, ever again, ever (ever.) We took pictures of her questionable food storing, preparing, and saving practices, and also of our reactions to looking at her pantry and after eating. (This includes a lovely shot of me pondering how old does mustard have to be before it separates and one of Joe mock-throwing up in the sink.) We decided we were going to take the evidence to Kudo-san (our housing director) and demand that she tell Takeda-san to pay us, rather than feed us. After a bit more cogitation, we instead decided to present to her the evidence via a powerpoint presentation.
Here's to drunken powerpoint creation at Nagano - the sole reason I am now bringing "my" computer.
After spending the next few hours avoiding work and finishing the last of 3-days of LJ conquering (it was a feat - no thanks to you Zoe), I've sat in my room pondering: how much I haven't learned, how class is worthless here, helping Betsy with her relationship emo, how despicably bad I never want Takeda-san to feed me again, if I really can pull myself together after Nagano, and bitten myself repeatedly to rid myself of a certain pain in a certain organ (my heart, dammit), of missing a certain someone so bad that it caused me to bite myself. Happy anniversary you - it was a classy 9-months. Let's keep that up. (Haha, dirty pun... it wouldn't be a post by me without a dirty pun.)
So I say it was a fairly typical day, and by that I mean "wack as hell."
So I bet you can't wait to read about my other 60 some-odd days, ね
I have a large "quiz" tomorrow. It's 2:50 am here, and I'm waking up at 6am to study. Always remember, dear friends, that you mean more to be than my own personal health.
~ Oyasumi ~
Just so everyone knows, on the home-front, I tackled all of your LJ's. I am all caught up... yet I still really know nothing. Zoe, yours takes the cake for most entries (and longest) missed. (But it was an interesting read.)
Next I do facebook, pics (I may be taking some down, and reloading them up - don't ask, I'm weird when it comes to organization) - including ones from Japan. After that I move onto "fixing" some aspects of my LJ, and finally beginning to backlog my 2-months here. Around that time I also want to write some (and receive some) personal e-mails and snail mail.
I have so much to accomplish in so very little time. Strangely... learning Japanese is at the bottom of this list..... (IES Tokyo is a joke, people).
For our "halfway" trip (as if I've had a full week of school yet) we go to Nagano this Wednesday. I'll be back Monday, from whence it all goes "downhill."
To satiate you all (because I know you're, so, so deprived) I will write about my day, today.
Today (I felt it beared repeating), like the past few days I awoke two hours after my alarm went off. As my habit lately, I took the alarm to bed with me and instead of setting the alarm for later, opted instead to hit snooze every five minutes. Least productive two hours of sleep ever. But man did I have some crazy dreams. (Wait until I tell you all about how my extended family tried to save Florida from flooding by utilizing graham cracker barricades while my cousin Joe, the Terminator, ET, and I watched M.Night Shamaylans "Lady in the Water.")
After finally awaking, taking a look at my wretched unshaven face, badly-in-need-of-a-haircut-hair (please dear God let Joe take me tomorrow), and acne scared face I grimiced, but was reconciled by the fact I would be wearing my bitchin' sweatshirt purchased in Harajuku yesterday (very pop-Japanese in style) as well as a black T-shirt (also purchased at a "cheap" store in Harajuku) that simply has a comic-book-esque styled woman with the word "SAVAGES" scrawled on it in purple. I put on some gothic jewelry (again, Harajuku), did my Kanji sheet in a rush, and was out the door!
Well, should have been out the door. I had to scrap breakfast, dump gel in my hair, and wish the senile old bat I live with a "good day."
School was amazingly useless as usual. Today we studied causitive-passive in preparation for the quiz on everything I failed at last year (~kureru, ~ageru, ~morau, ~passive, ~causitive, and, of course, ~causitive-passive. Shoot me through my urethra with an arrow, please). At least I got my onion cheeze france. God I love the bread in Japan. It's superior on a level we haven't even begun to think about in America yet. I will write a post on pan. Watch me. Watch for the pan post.
For lunch I headed to the cafeteria with Liz to wait for Betsy, only to end up having a conversation about missed opportunities with Chris and sitting with Allison and Aly. Heaven forbid of course I sit next to Allison and Aly. (Due to some past drama, Betsy is no longer able to sit with said group). Oh... oh the stories I will unblock to people not in IES Tokyo.... The ramen was delicious though. A bit spicey. I like when they spice it up. You rock random orange cafeteria workers!
I was late for a student council meeting at the IES center I forgot about that didn't happen because everyone else forgot about it. It was resheduled for tomorrow and I plan not going because I simply don't want to. I'm the public relations department. (PRD and don't you forget it bitch). How gay is that? I was also late for the field trip whose location I accidentally had found while wandering around with Betsy and White Lisa in Odaiba the previous day after dining at Red Lobster. Tokyo Mega Web is marked as the first place I instantly new the best route for getting to... more than most people did, at least.
So from the IES center it was all Kaihim Makuhari から Shinkiba まで throw in a 乗り換えると to the Rinkai line and it's a straight shot to Tokyo Teleport (how cool is that name?) station. By the way, did I mention that Tokyo Mega Web (our random and completely useless guaranteed 1 of 2 field trips for Econ class) was located in PALLETE TOWN, the one and only? For the second time I made the Pokemon joke, and for the second time Betsy told me it wasn't funny. Well screw her, she thinks my sweater sucks. What taste does she have? (For the reference, Lisa and Liz loved it.)
Tangent: I love it when it rains. (Unless when I forget my umbrella, which has been 90% of the time. WHEN WILL I LEARN!!! *angrily shouts to the heavens but is answered incredulously by the sound of rain falling*)
The highlights of my Odaiba trip part two include some great pictures of Kirsten while she wasn't looking (it's been a theme), riding around in Toyota products, learning about "Equal Access Design" or some shit, riding (for free) the Ferris Wheel in Odaiba (I felt it deserved capitals) (except it was raining so the view wasn't that great... it also wasn't at night. When we have our Odaiba day I will conquer the beast by night, be assured), an interesting movie with special quest appearences by "Hairpin Turn," "Route 111," and "Turn 14," and eating pizza and gelato with Betsy in the most gorgeous mall in all of Tokyo, Venus Plaza (that I've seen yet, but I hear I should explore Ginza more thoroughly first before I make judgements).
While returning home Betsy and I laughed at some ugly Japanese people and then at a flaming gaijin wearing green eyeliner. Betsy said he was cute, but anyone that bright doesn't deserve my gay male gaze. After a bike ride in the rain subsequent to leaving the sation (I FUCKING HATE HOW MUCH IT RAINS HERE..... when I'm outside) I was greeted with more "questionable curry," prepackaged gyoza, and "the salad that never ends" for dinner. After some mindless conversation, Takeda-san went upstairs and Joe experienced his second bout of explossive diarrhea.
We decided enough was enough - that bitch was going to pay us $10 a day rather than feed us anything else, ever again, ever (ever.) We took pictures of her questionable food storing, preparing, and saving practices, and also of our reactions to looking at her pantry and after eating. (This includes a lovely shot of me pondering how old does mustard have to be before it separates and one of Joe mock-throwing up in the sink.) We decided we were going to take the evidence to Kudo-san (our housing director) and demand that she tell Takeda-san to pay us, rather than feed us. After a bit more cogitation, we instead decided to present to her the evidence via a powerpoint presentation.
Here's to drunken powerpoint creation at Nagano - the sole reason I am now bringing "my" computer.
After spending the next few hours avoiding work and finishing the last of 3-days of LJ conquering (it was a feat - no thanks to you Zoe), I've sat in my room pondering: how much I haven't learned, how class is worthless here, helping Betsy with her relationship emo, how despicably bad I never want Takeda-san to feed me again, if I really can pull myself together after Nagano, and bitten myself repeatedly to rid myself of a certain pain in a certain organ (my heart, dammit), of missing a certain someone so bad that it caused me to bite myself. Happy anniversary you - it was a classy 9-months. Let's keep that up. (Haha, dirty pun... it wouldn't be a post by me without a dirty pun.)
So I say it was a fairly typical day, and by that I mean "wack as hell."
So I bet you can't wait to read about my other 60 some-odd days, ね
I have a large "quiz" tomorrow. It's 2:50 am here, and I'm waking up at 6am to study. Always remember, dear friends, that you mean more to be than my own personal health.
~ Oyasumi ~