dear rainy season
Why did you leave meeeeeeee D:
Humans shouldn't live in places that are this sticky. Or at least I shouldn't. Just one more box and fancy-Octopus-gentleman suitcase to pack, then I am ready to pick up and run back to temperate climes. Or rather, plod sweatily back to temperate climes, breaking into heat rashes as I go.
On a less grumpy note, Tinytowne High School threw me a going-away party on Thursday night. The principal got drunk at one-and-a-half beers and kept getting progressively louder and darker shades of red. GTO is just a lit. teacher but he is three years the principal's senior, so he felt entitled to yell at him to switch tables because "I WANTO TALKU DEL-TEACHAR!" My inner misanthropic teenager was dismayed to learn that while the man drives me insane in an otherwise quiet office, he is pretty pleasant company at a boisterous izakaya and a genuinely interesting person.
I was sad that Baloo and Boss Oyama couldn't be there, becausefor they are my favorite desk buddies aside from my fellow American, but I got to convert GTO to the church of Jimmy Stewart, make everybody laugh with my kampai speech, and be hugged a lot by adorable coworker who turns into the I-Love-You Guy when he gets hammered. Good night, all told, even if the te-shoku made me poof up like a balloon animal.
Today's agenda is meeting friend at Tinytowne station for parfait at the mom & pop cafe, goddamn delicious broiled beef, fruit pizza, and Father Ted until the wee hours. Yay three-day weekends.
Humans shouldn't live in places that are this sticky. Or at least I shouldn't. Just one more box and fancy-Octopus-gentleman suitcase to pack, then I am ready to pick up and run back to temperate climes. Or rather, plod sweatily back to temperate climes, breaking into heat rashes as I go.
On a less grumpy note, Tinytowne High School threw me a going-away party on Thursday night. The principal got drunk at one-and-a-half beers and kept getting progressively louder and darker shades of red. GTO is just a lit. teacher but he is three years the principal's senior, so he felt entitled to yell at him to switch tables because "I WANTO TALKU DEL-TEACHAR!" My inner misanthropic teenager was dismayed to learn that while the man drives me insane in an otherwise quiet office, he is pretty pleasant company at a boisterous izakaya and a genuinely interesting person.
I was sad that Baloo and Boss Oyama couldn't be there, becausefor they are my favorite desk buddies aside from my fellow American, but I got to convert GTO to the church of Jimmy Stewart, make everybody laugh with my kampai speech, and be hugged a lot by adorable coworker who turns into the I-Love-You Guy when he gets hammered. Good night, all told, even if the te-shoku made me poof up like a balloon animal.
Today's agenda is meeting friend at Tinytowne station for parfait at the mom & pop cafe, goddamn delicious broiled beef, fruit pizza, and Father Ted until the wee hours. Yay three-day weekends.