had my first shift at 7-11. i think ive found a great place to work. im stoked.

ブランク

I was expecting to update this pretty frequently. Things come up and I barely have time to watch TV or read, but I guess priorities change depending on where you are at in life. I act like I could be super busy, but it’s not even that. I find my self wanting to do other things like draw and even just talk with the grandma. I’m finding a lot of interesting things to talk to her about, and its funny how people from two different eras of the century can talk about nothing. We always talk about how we have nothing in common and are morals and thoughts are completely off and yet we end up sitting at breakfast discussing everything to nothing. I’ve been late to school a couple of times because of us arguing about whose more stubborn or insensitive.

I read my last blog and realized that the news from that is pretty much ancient. The people who read my blog are limited to my close friends and family so what I have to say from here is old too, but who knows when ill start making this public.

I don’t have the job that I was telling you about. The one with the interview. I got fired after punching a hole in the wall and storming out with my middle finger in the air. Not literally, but I might as well from the view points of my boss and the employees. Walls in Japan are made out of tissue paper. Again, not literally, but I like to excaudate. Have you seen my arms? I couldn’t punch a hole in the wall with out breaking something in my hand back home. I’ve realized how amazing my last boss Mr. Autry was to me. He put up with all that shit and still promoted me.

Still going to school but I've decided I'm not going back to the language institute next term. I expected it to be more kanji intensive, but the point of the class is for business people to get business orientated in Japan. That’s not what I need or want. I can do all what I lack on my own time. That is, kanji and grammar. I’ve finally grew the balls to try to take out a loan to start going to art school. I want to be an art major. Took me a while to get that idea together, even though it’s been hitting me in the face for 20 years of my life. It’s only an equivalent to a tech school, or maybe community college, but people who see my resume in the states won’t really realize or care because all it’ll look like is that I studied art in Japan. And what more is important then experience? You can’t teach that in school. I want to be the next Mr. Pic and actually teach art the right way. Anyone can be good at drawing a fucking apple, but who would give that apple a penis and rocket launcher? Not fat cow Clemens.

I thought I would write more, but I have class tomorrow and I’m tired. I can’t miss anymore class. Ill, hopefully update more tomorrow.


picture of the day. ive decided i need to take one picture every day since i have a decent camera phone. my goal is to post a picture even if i dont feel like writing.

the bike racks tha i usually park my chick magnet arnt this bad. and it was raining, but today, it was ridick.

The tides pull in and out, in and out

I took a deep breath today for the first time since I got here. .

And it was a big one, almost two weeks wroth.

I came home and thought how fast I’ve been moving. Every day I get pulled by the tide of people commuting on the train. You can sometimes see greasy forehead prints from the early rush hour, caked on to the windows of the door. It could be from the people packing in the small box and the unlucky ones that bored later end up by the doors. Or maybe it’s a tired student playing to much Dragon Quest 9 from the night before, resting his face against the glass. I once saw some one fall out of the train from that.

All these busy people, in this small city, thirty five million people are packing into tall narrow building and houses.

I’m just about half way there. I had an interview today with Dorama, a DVD, CD rentals, and they also sell video games. I was surprised that he hired me on the spot.

Tomorrow at 1:30 I have a placement test with The Japanese Institute of language, and an interview after that. I thought I would have to wait tell the new term in January, but I was told I can still start in the middle. But I’m not sure if I will, I’m sure that means I have to catch up to all the students. Ill decided tomorrow when I talk to the school.

Space Rabbit!

coming soon to a book store near you!!

I guess its time to write another one of these blogs. My grandma is passed out in the tatami room. I checked her pulse just in case, because she was lying in such an odd position. She’s okay. I’m hoping Daichi will text me soon to help my write a Japanese resume. It’s so different from how I used to do it, so I definitely need his help.

Today was an easy day, no trash to take out so I got to sleep in a little later. I’m starting to want to wake up early frequently. That way the days feel a lot longer. And the longer the days are, the more I get to do. It’s an obvious analysis, but I ignored that back in the states. Sleeping in tell noon was the norm, and some times as late as 2. I can’t even imagine doing that over here.

I’ve pretty much decided I’m going to the Japanese Institute of language to brush my Japanese. It’s divided in to three groups: beginner 1, 2, and 3, Intermediate 1, 2 and 3, and I advanced 1 and 2. I’m sure ill be able to test out of beginner and go to Intermediate. I should have looked it up earlier. That way I would have meet the dead line of this term and started October 13th. But now I have to wait tell January. That’ll give me enough time to work a little and save up some money. The classes fill up pretty fast so I probably couldn’t have met the October 13th dead line anyways. I’m in no panic or hurry.

I’ve been keeping up with my daily stuff. Push ups and sit ups.( I’ve decided I have to do 100 push ups before I take a course in kyokushin (not your little sisters karate, but something a little bit more intense) I’ve been pretty serious about getting back into drumming too, so I started doing daily rudiments. Plus, playing along to songs on the practice pad. Tomorrow I want to go to the arts and crafts store and pick up rubber pads and wood plates and make 2 more practice pads and try to make a practice kit. I’m drawing something everything too. I feel freed from TV, video games and constant uses of the internet so I can focus on my self. I love this feeling. Its nice that no one has my number yet, and the people who do have their owns lives, so my phone isn’t constantly ringing. I’m thinking of just telling people I don’t have a phone from now on.

Me and ba-chan went down to a stake shop with our coupon we found in the news paper. We didn’t notice tell we got there that the store doesn’t open tell 5 pm and ended up eating at a random Indian shop. At first I wasn’t down for the idea, the place was small and dirty (like every other privately owned restaurants in Japan) and no one was inside but two of the employees. I should have guessed this before, but it was ridiculously good curry and nan. I kept telling my grandma how good it was, and I think the chief herd me. He smiled and gave me a free nan. :)

I’m off to eat dinner with ba-chan. Curry three meals in a row. Lol last night was curry too but oh well, I love that stuff. I hope I don’t get sick like tosan and never want to eat it for a long time.

could you deny this every day? i think not

I WANT A FERRET

im sitting here pretty drunk.

not too drunk, but pretty buzzed. i guess thats drunk. i cant tell the difference because i dont drink much. it was also the first time i drank with my grandma. what a weird feeling. drinking with your grandma. we both looked through all the old photos of the family. i find it hard to understand that the japanese side would get togeather but stuff like that never seems to happen anymore. it pisses me off that no one comes to see my grandma, or even visits me grandpas grave. my grandma just says that there busy with their lives, but i kinda know that its more then just that. maybe im just a little too buzzed, but i feel like calling all of them and asking why. why wont you come visit your grandma who lives by her self? is it because you dont share the same blood? this is the woman your blood related father loved, so whats your excuse?

lets put that a side.

today i took the train down to Koiwa to check out the ferrets. im so determind to get one for my self. acutlly, not one but two. according to many sites, and the owner of the pet shop, (i thought they just wanted to make more money off of me, but its true) that ferrets are originaly pack animals and need to live with one another. so i decided for the sake of the little furry animals, that im going to save up enough to get two. ive always wanted to get two of a pet anyways, because i think they can relate to one another then to me. im just a figure that suppies them with food. thats okay with me.

i need atleast 8 man (about 800 us dollers)
this includes two ferrets ( the cheapist about 250 dollers to 500 dollers)
and there living neccesities. oh fucking hell, are they cute

im going kinda back words, but i want to talk about my morning;

i woke up in a pretty shitty mood. my grandma wanted me to go places with her, but i already had planes to look for a job and school. but that only lated a few minutes. i took out the trash, and took a walk and thought about how i was feeling. i decided wasnt worth it, and if i kept getting upset from the things she said, i wont last long here. i took what i learned from heratige oaks and got over it pretty quick. im glad i went there.

i see a lot of foreingers in japan lately. most of them are obviously here on vacation, but there seems to be more half-ies like my self. i met eyes with one guy about my age today with a guitar, and we noded our heads as recognition. i dont know if i did it first, but i think he noticed that i was a half-ie too. i really wanted to talk to him, but thats really uncommon for japanese to just talk to strangers. but i have i feeling he would have been cool with it. the fact that he was caring a guitar made me really want to talk to him. im dying to play drums and start a band. but thats going to have to be after i find a job and school. i cant be distracted

i think this is it for the day. im too lazy right now to upload pictures, but ill make it up by putting more up tommorow

good night

i miss you guys, kasan, tosan, chirs, hannah, goma, elmer

love love love

:)

ps.

yesterdays blog was first written in word in fear of spelling and grammer erros, but i was too drunk to remeber to do that. exuse the spelling and grammer erros.

i love pis soda

where is my nest?

It’s already been a couple of days since I left my house.

I’m really surprised I’m not home sick yet. But I guess its only day 4, and at the same time it’s already day four. I’ve pretty much gotten everything together that I can. I registered at this place to let the government know that I’m living in Japan now, opened a bank account and finally got a cell phone. Wow is that shit expensive. Instead of having to pay a certain amount for unlimited texting and calling, it’s all by the amount you do. 21 yen for 30 seconds (yeah…not even a minute) and about 1 yen per text message depending on the size of the file. I cancelled all the extra fun stuff and just stuck with the basics. I don’t want to screw my self over with money when I’m almost 5000 miles away from home. I’m not even sure if the numbers is correct.

I was sitting in one of my favorite curry shops today when this thought came to mind.

I get to eat this whenever I want now. No crappy fast food from the United States and over priced sushi. That seems to cheer me up when I feel down. Food is great for the soul. Wait, Japanese food is great for the soul.

I’ve been pretty good with my spending. I put a decent amount in the bank and kept a little for my self. I thought about keeping 500 in there at all times just incase I ever wanted to go back home, but I feel like I’m making planes to run away. So I put that thought aside and just thought of it as saving. I need to save for that ps3 and ff13. December 17! I talked to my grandma about getting a ferret and she seemed okay with the idea. I rather get a ferret then a ps3 any day. I need some unconditional love from an animal to keep my self motivated. I know my self well enough that with out a furry creature, I might get all bipolar again. Goma was a huge part of my mental health.

Regarding my bipolar. (The doctor only said I showed bipolar symptoms and it was too soon to judge anything, but that was almost 7 months ago. You gave my mood stabilizers too. ) it’s not bad. But I seem to get annoyed with my grandma easily. She keeps putting words in my mouth and volunteering my to things I don’t have any interest in. but I have this guilt when I turn it down or complain about it. I mean, the thousands of kids who died in Gaza won’t be herd if I don’t translate this ridiculously long essay. Or If don’t help feed the old lady, she’s going to die a lonely miserable death.

But ultimately, I’m doing this all to get along with my grandma. She seems to live in a different world then me (her and I both agreed on this) and as long as I do what she says, she seems to be happy. My mom told me that if I keep this up I won’t last long. I can see this now that I’m here.

I’m not going to give up living here just because of my grandma. I’ve already decided that I’m destined to live and work here as an English teacher. Little things keep popping up that make me believe in this, and in fate.

I met these two nice ladies on the air plane on the ride up. I sat by the window, and the lady who sat next to me, her name was Jyunko. The lady next to her, Yoko. Jyunko and I talked the most because we where right next to each other, but mostly because she kept tapping me on the shoulder when I was trying to watch my movies. At first, it was pretty annoying. But I had a beer and talking seemed to pass the time faster then watching Transformers 2 from the middle. ( My video player was broken ) She seemed really intrigued by the fact that I looked completely foreign but had no accent. At the end of the flight, we traded phone numbers, and she said she would contact me to find a decent school because she knows many professors in Japan. Today she called me like she promised and introduced me to one of her professor friends to discuss my plans for the future. The school that professor teaches at is a school for foreigners who aren’t really familiar with Japanese. I already have the speaking down, some what, and now just need to be able to read and write at my age level. This school should also be helping me get on track to become a teacher. Meeting that lady on the airplane was extremely lucky.

I wrote too much. Time for bed.

Ps

Excuse the horrible grammar…and spelling

pss

I forgot all my socks back home

playing with the exposures on the bus.

2 second exposures @ 80 iso