I had this crazy dream. It was all in Japanese. And so was I ( Read more... )

So I was eating thai food with some of my friends tonight, and Michelle asked me to tell him some crazy stories from Japan. I related the bear incident, which Franco had recently heard, and felt that that was quite sufficient. After all, seeing 20 foot "bears" walking in front of a train station with a cute announcement was quite out-of-the- ( Read more... )

Not in order at all, but starting with the obligatory rant about Kenny and following up with other things that actually do matter in my life.

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I got a call today that I'm not sure was really necessary.

He wanted to know the answer to a question I'd explained twice to him before.

It made me feel relieved while I wrote a letter about my mother and ( Read more... )

~11:30: Too tired to continue Skype conversation with Kenny ( Read more... )

Guts. // an abbreviation for "Gut's Soul," the korean dining establishment where we all went to dinner after the christmas dorm party two years ago; the spot where we met up before I'd come home from 7 months away, and he asked me to be part of his life again; the restaurant where we all went to dinner tonight.

This word also can refer to the things ( Read more... )

It happened again, last night.

I was sitting in front of the genkan, trapped between the letter boxes, the old rusty-maroon couch, a pile of several hundred mismatched shoes. Two boys were on ladders, setting up curtains to block the red light in the front room from the black light in the next. This way, when people walked into the dorm, they could ( Read more... )

It had happened suddenly. Matt texted me on a Tuesday morning before a weekend already full of plans, but it sounded like so much fun that I just had to agree -- that we had to go. So we booked a place in Akita-ken, rented a car, bought ichi-man yen's worth of alcohol at Don Quixote, but then it snowed. We bought chains for the tires. It kept ( Read more... )

More about my daily life ( Read more... )

I had just gotten off of my bicycle in the biting cold, and finally come to the right perspective. I thought to myself, "Casey, listen; think. What has God done for you? "You just had dinner with a Miho, Kotone, and Kim -- names you associated, for the first time, with a foreigner living in Tokyo. And Hideki, whom was your first association with ( Read more... )

from: Casey Walker
to: laura wuestner
date: Sat, Dec 12, 2009 at 11:24 PM
subject: Re: hey there!

Laura, watch out: this email just became EPIC, in the original sense of the meaning: long as fuck.You might need some advil before you start this thing. Just a warning ( Read more... )