Blog is on hiatus until I get everything sorted out with my new life.
Quick update: I'm in my new apartment, it's fantastic (by Japan standards that is...), and my life's been pretty much work-chores-party-sleep since then. Moving took a pretty big toll on me financially, so I won't be going out much in the next couple weeks. I'm still unpacking and I hope to finish today. As soon as I get the chance, I'll put up some of the pictures I've taken recently.
Oh, and I got my hair did on Wednesday. Three hours of chemicals and hot tools and my hair still smells like burnt farts. Looks lovely, though.
Back to work.
Friday, September 28, 2007
Friday, September 07, 2007
Seven hours after being sent home from work early, I'm still cowering in wait for the predicted typhoon while Liza's out having a "hurricane party" (Floridians scoff at hurricanes but piss themselves at the sight of a snowflake, the morons). I've spent the majority of my night watching men's gymnastics and drinking a fairly disgusting amount of Kahlua. That pretty much brings you up to date.
Siiiiiiigh.
Looking outside, we've got heavy rain and a little wind. But where is the typhoon?
Okay Japanese people, you've gotten Whitey all worked up about mysterious and deadly East Asian shit once again without coming through (see also: earthquakes, blowfish, ninja stars, drift racing).
I tire of your games.
Anyway, I wanted to take a picture of the storm to show y'all, but since there's really nothing to see, I'll instead show you the current (sad) state of our "veranda."
click for larger view
Siiiiiiigh.
Looking outside, we've got heavy rain and a little wind. But where is the typhoon?
Okay Japanese people, you've gotten Whitey all worked up about mysterious and deadly East Asian shit once again without coming through (see also: earthquakes, blowfish, ninja stars, drift racing).
I tire of your games.
Anyway, I wanted to take a picture of the storm to show y'all, but since there's really nothing to see, I'll instead show you the current (sad) state of our "veranda."
click for larger viewWednesday, September 05, 2007
racism at a family restaurant at 4am
so me and my friends were just minding our own business
and this japanese guy across the room was like "shut up"
and we were like "what? umm ok whatever sure" and quieted down a bit even though we knew he was full of shit and his people were being just as loud as we were
and he all came over to our table
and then he fuckin' kicked a chair over and kicked our table
and i stood up and was like "whats the problem? there's no problem, okay?"
and he was all up in my face
and then a waitress came and he went back to his table
and then i could hear him talking shit about americans (even though the people i was with were british and australian)
and then we were just pretending we didn't see him
so on his way out he came up to our table
and was all putting his foot on the table and getting in george's face
and he was like "you understand japanese right?"
and we were like "yeah"
and he talked a bunch of shit in that tongue-rolly masculine japanese
and called me an ugly bitch
and kicked the table again
i was all ready to fight and my friends said no
because if the police got involved, THEY would go to jail because they're foreigners
so the waitress came over and ushered him and his friends along
and i heard her say to them on the way out "thank you very much!" like they were fuckin' valued customers
she saw me giving her the "what the fuck just happened?" shrug, so she came over to us
and gave us the most brusque "sorry" she could manage
and that was all.
and this japanese guy across the room was like "shut up"
and we were like "what? umm ok whatever sure" and quieted down a bit even though we knew he was full of shit and his people were being just as loud as we were
and he all came over to our table
and then he fuckin' kicked a chair over and kicked our table
and i stood up and was like "whats the problem? there's no problem, okay?"
and he was all up in my face
and then a waitress came and he went back to his table
and then i could hear him talking shit about americans (even though the people i was with were british and australian)
and then we were just pretending we didn't see him
so on his way out he came up to our table
and was all putting his foot on the table and getting in george's face
and he was like "you understand japanese right?"
and we were like "yeah"
and he talked a bunch of shit in that tongue-rolly masculine japanese
and called me an ugly bitch
and kicked the table again
i was all ready to fight and my friends said no
because if the police got involved, THEY would go to jail because they're foreigners
so the waitress came over and ushered him and his friends along
and i heard her say to them on the way out "thank you very much!" like they were fuckin' valued customers
she saw me giving her the "what the fuck just happened?" shrug, so she came over to us
and gave us the most brusque "sorry" she could manage
and that was all.
Sunday, September 02, 2007
limping home
click.ow
click.ow
click.ow
click.what
click.the
click.fuck
click.have
click.i
click.done
click.to
click.myself
click.this
click.time
OHHHH, THAT'S RIGHT. I TOPPLED OFF A TABLE LAST NIGHT.
fabulous: dancing way up high in the middle of the club, engaging the crowd and revelling in your own hotness.
not fabulous: taking a major spill in front of everyone.
...
good god, my foot hurts.
click.ow
click.ow
click.what
click.the
click.fuck
click.have
click.i
click.done
click.to
click.myself
click.this
click.time
OHHHH, THAT'S RIGHT. I TOPPLED OFF A TABLE LAST NIGHT.
fabulous: dancing way up high in the middle of the club, engaging the crowd and revelling in your own hotness.
not fabulous: taking a major spill in front of everyone.
...
good god, my foot hurts.
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