September 13th, 2003

Colors

Don't know why I don't ramble here.

Seems like that would be right up my alley. Maybe I don't have anything to say other than to gossip about my friends, which I don't want to do. (Rest assured it would be favorable gossip.) I always kept diaries to remember what I was thinking about, then I kept them in broken Japanese, then in photos. I think it's because I'm not thinking very much, truthfully.

I really think Japanese takes up such a huge space in my head, but it's just like music, lulling me in an ignorant alpha-wave bliss or something. I always thought my mind was quite verbally oriented, but living in Japan might be making me less so (sounds contradictory, I know). At first (for a year?) I taihen soaked up books English books while getting all my Japanese through a straw. A really, really small straw, yeah, uh.... Oh, anyway, while I'm getting really good and planning hour-long conversations with people I don't know, in English I mean, it's getting to be less and less what I want to do every day, because it means I'm not to use or tolerate spoken Japanese. But I'd be content at this point to float through every day on Japanese, like Muyan and the whole English Studio crowd.

Anyone who doesn't go to English Studio, you will never know how cool it is and what you are missing. It's the most inviting school in the world, and it fills up with all the right kind of people from all over the place... Truly a place you forget to leave.

So, I was saying, if I'm going to keep track of something, I should hurry up and keep a media journal like Peter. Except I hardly ever see movies, and if I did, I'd probably be like, "I saw the middle of this thing on TV, it was like community theatre, and this obnoxiously enthusiastic birl annoying the eff out of two guys, and she always appends everything with "Kusaikara" ("cuz it smells"). They beat her up, she left, and then came back, in sexy clothes and different hair, acting totally different but still bugging them (trying to write on them with a marker, giving them her underwear, spraying their heads with water, making them pose for pictures and stuff, and still going "kusaikara" between all this polite speech, and one guy looked like a japanese moby, and the girl was kinda big and homely but a reaaally good actress. They beat her up again, and then.. well, I don't know, didn't finish watching it."

(First entry in media journal, September 13, 2003, early-morning basic programming)

John (my brother) called me this morning with all kinds of new and interesting things to tell me, and I was groggy as hell and about to go to Japanese class. (I felt completely mentally exhausted, and like I was getting a respiratory infection. Ugh. Then English studio after work, so I got home after midnight. (STILL didn't want to leave, though.)) I don't know anyone as interesting or as nice as him, so I feel bad I didn't talk more. He's at sea, on what sounds like a dangerous assignment to me, and although I don't know what his title is, I know he has the power to ream 50-year-old guys for things like leaving while on watch, as well as to decree whether someone is entitled to a towel (at least I think that's what I heard). I would love to take him around Japan. Otouto ni aita-i!

On other John-related news Johnny Cash AND John Ritter died today? How sad is that?

The above statement sounded like a headline in CRUDE(c), but it sadly wasn't.

I talked to synthesoid tonight. Collapse )

Sumo was really good AGAIN tonight, with Asashoryu and Takamisakari in great form and Chiyotaikai on the ground again.

So that's what I'm thinking about, heehee, sorry if I've been taking without receiving. One of my Friday kids told me, "Teacher's head, inside, I don't know." So I hope he's alone there, especially after this. m(o.0)m

Thank you very much, and goodnight.