The week in Review.
So I haven’t posted for a while. And I’ll post right now, giving the synopsis for the week.
Monday was a day off, so Francesca and I decided that it was time to encore the fruit on a stick day. The fair would be over soon and so would the fruit on a stick. So, with the great new-found tradition, I had steak on a stick, franks on a stick and fruit on a stick for dessert. Got the chance to shoot some street stuff which I’m hoping to develop sometime soon. Monday was also a really really windy day.
Getting back on Monday night was hard because I had to study some for my placement test. I studied a little bit, but then I figured it’s a placement test based on my present knowledge. So I went to bed.
Tuesday they gave us our student ID cards and some people came to talk to us for orientation. A few cool professors, some staff, a minister (we’re a Catholic university). We had lunch in the awesome cafeteria on the 5th floor of one of the buildings, which looks out at Tokyo. Nice little view.
Placement test spanked everyone. And I mean everyone. Standards are different here. I cruised through part one, which was the basic stuff. I turn the page and got slapped across the face. Kanji I had never seen before in my life. Grammar that I’d never studied before. I really needed a beer after we were done.
So we went across the street with some All Year Program cats and got beers for 90 yen a piece. Freshman week special or whatever. 90 yen is kosher. It’s about 80 cents. And they came in frosted mugs too, none of this plastic cup stuff.
Wednesday I decided to go to school again for the club fair. I look outside and it’s raining, but the temperature’s not bad. About 15 degrees Celsius. I can deal with that. So I walk to the station and get on my train. It’s raining the entire way there. At school the clubs were all over the place, and because it rained they were mostly inside. I met up with some people and decided to go to Harajuku to check out some shopping places. Man I wish I robbed a bank before I came here. Lots of awesome things to shop for. Awesome clothes. Awesome shoes.
On my way home I bought a tiramisu cake for my host mother, it was her birthday. So after dinner, we all sit down, turn the TV on and have some dessert. What better way to celebrate than with tiramisu cake and K-1 Fighting on TV? The whole family sat down and watched as a Thai Kickboxer beat the shit out of a South African boxer. And the Tiramisu was good too.
It's Thursday now and I feel bad because my sickness from the rain and cold yesterday; we had to cancel our trip to Kyoto. Sorry guys. :( :( :(
Now here’s some funny anectodes:
Waiting at the station on Monday, I decided to get a drink of pop from the vending machine. So reaching down to get my drink I look up against the huge ass wind that’s blowing in my face. And a guy walks by.
And as the wind blows really hard, his toupee starts peeling off and he catches it right before it’s about to fly away. I nearly piss my pants laughing and wish I hadn’t gotten a drink so I could have my camera out. Oh well. Crazy Japanese.
On another train ride, I was standing all mooshed up against everybody else. This older businessman comes in, listening to his iPod. He puts his bag on the rack and takes out some sheet music. Violoncello it said. A few seconds later as he’s listening to his iPod and reading the sheet music, he starts air strumming his Violin. Crazy Japanese.
On yet another train ride, I sat down and waited the 15 minutes for the train to go. After the train started moving, I noticed the guy standing in front of me falling asleep. He was holding onto the upper railing and nodding off. As he nodded off, he would go slightly limp, and then jerk and wake up. For about 30 minutes this would go on in front of me and he would look confused everytime he woke. Crazy Japanese.
Now this is the most hardcore so far:
On the same train ride, some older dude sat down next to me, and busted out some comics. I was like, okay, comics, normal. No. Not normal. The comics had porn in them. Hardcore comicbook grandpa fucking geisha porn. Cat pulling down owner’s panties porn. WHAT. THE. FUCK. How the fuck can someone grow the balls to read comicbook porn in the most public of places? Maybe it’s just me. Crazy Japanese.
Monday was a day off, so Francesca and I decided that it was time to encore the fruit on a stick day. The fair would be over soon and so would the fruit on a stick. So, with the great new-found tradition, I had steak on a stick, franks on a stick and fruit on a stick for dessert. Got the chance to shoot some street stuff which I’m hoping to develop sometime soon. Monday was also a really really windy day.
Getting back on Monday night was hard because I had to study some for my placement test. I studied a little bit, but then I figured it’s a placement test based on my present knowledge. So I went to bed.
Tuesday they gave us our student ID cards and some people came to talk to us for orientation. A few cool professors, some staff, a minister (we’re a Catholic university). We had lunch in the awesome cafeteria on the 5th floor of one of the buildings, which looks out at Tokyo. Nice little view.
Placement test spanked everyone. And I mean everyone. Standards are different here. I cruised through part one, which was the basic stuff. I turn the page and got slapped across the face. Kanji I had never seen before in my life. Grammar that I’d never studied before. I really needed a beer after we were done.
So we went across the street with some All Year Program cats and got beers for 90 yen a piece. Freshman week special or whatever. 90 yen is kosher. It’s about 80 cents. And they came in frosted mugs too, none of this plastic cup stuff.
Wednesday I decided to go to school again for the club fair. I look outside and it’s raining, but the temperature’s not bad. About 15 degrees Celsius. I can deal with that. So I walk to the station and get on my train. It’s raining the entire way there. At school the clubs were all over the place, and because it rained they were mostly inside. I met up with some people and decided to go to Harajuku to check out some shopping places. Man I wish I robbed a bank before I came here. Lots of awesome things to shop for. Awesome clothes. Awesome shoes.
On my way home I bought a tiramisu cake for my host mother, it was her birthday. So after dinner, we all sit down, turn the TV on and have some dessert. What better way to celebrate than with tiramisu cake and K-1 Fighting on TV? The whole family sat down and watched as a Thai Kickboxer beat the shit out of a South African boxer. And the Tiramisu was good too.
It's Thursday now and I feel bad because my sickness from the rain and cold yesterday; we had to cancel our trip to Kyoto. Sorry guys. :( :( :(
Now here’s some funny anectodes:
Waiting at the station on Monday, I decided to get a drink of pop from the vending machine. So reaching down to get my drink I look up against the huge ass wind that’s blowing in my face. And a guy walks by.
And as the wind blows really hard, his toupee starts peeling off and he catches it right before it’s about to fly away. I nearly piss my pants laughing and wish I hadn’t gotten a drink so I could have my camera out. Oh well. Crazy Japanese.
On another train ride, I was standing all mooshed up against everybody else. This older businessman comes in, listening to his iPod. He puts his bag on the rack and takes out some sheet music. Violoncello it said. A few seconds later as he’s listening to his iPod and reading the sheet music, he starts air strumming his Violin. Crazy Japanese.
On yet another train ride, I sat down and waited the 15 minutes for the train to go. After the train started moving, I noticed the guy standing in front of me falling asleep. He was holding onto the upper railing and nodding off. As he nodded off, he would go slightly limp, and then jerk and wake up. For about 30 minutes this would go on in front of me and he would look confused everytime he woke. Crazy Japanese.
Now this is the most hardcore so far:
On the same train ride, some older dude sat down next to me, and busted out some comics. I was like, okay, comics, normal. No. Not normal. The comics had porn in them. Hardcore comicbook grandpa fucking geisha porn. Cat pulling down owner’s panties porn. WHAT. THE. FUCK. How the fuck can someone grow the balls to read comicbook porn in the most public of places? Maybe it’s just me. Crazy Japanese.
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