Why yes, it is lonely

Up here in my pedestal.

I know I said I was against it, but screw it, this blog is about me and everything I do. You are all living vicariously, in Japan, through my eyes.

So this is pretty much either the best or worst thing to happen to you. If you aren't sure yet, stay tuned until the ratings come in.

If it helps any I'm growing a beard for a week or two.

After classes this morning I decided that if I'm going to wander around sleep deprived every day, I might as well look like I'm sleep deprived because I've been up wrestling bears all night.

Also, lots of people seem to have weak facial hair here. All the suge no ko (incorrect method of saying "cool kids") have what amounts to patches of hair that they trim awkwardly to look like it was on purpose. I figure I'll grow a real beard out for them and then shave it right off. JUST TO SHAME THEM.

Anyways, I was supposed to go to a club meeting for Senjinkai. That's the name of the Onsen club, I just can't ever remember it. My group personally, so I had to be there.

But first I had to go to the Fire Drill! Awesome! And it was also a how to use fire extinguishers demonstration. Cause we're not encoded with that in our genetics from birth in America or anything. How many people honestly can't figure out that you pull out the pin and squeeze the handle? It doesn't work to gnaw on the hose. Believe me, I've tried. TWICE. You know, to be sure.

Turns out that wasn't MANDATORY even though the pamphlet I got said it was, and I turned out leaving past 5 (the time the group was meeting at). Turns out I got on the wrong bus. Uh.... what? I wasn't even aware the buses WENT different places from APU. I just always kinda hopped on one. But no, this one had a different final stop, so I had to get out and walk to the meeting place.

On the way I realized the streets were ridiculously narrow and the sidewalks are practically nonexistant, or at least by western standards. There were people biking along them though. INSANE people. I don't know how the death toll for getting hit by a car in Japan isn't astronomical, as you have something about the width of the curb in American to walk on.

Anyways, after old women scurried quickly by, mothers hid their children from me, and some woman's dog attacked my leg (Yes really. It was like the size of my shoe though) I finally made it to the meeting place. Oh, it was raining most of this time too. So that was awesome. And nobody was there. Because of everything that happened, I missed the entire meeting and I came out for no reason.

Dinner time though. Gaijin discrimination time hurrah! I walked into the restauarant and was immediately presented with a picture menu. They really don't even give you a chance.

Went to You Mei town and got some cooking ingredients, kitchen utensils, toys (a weird little airplane thing and a Gurren Lagaan figure. One of Kittan's sisters. The girl with the glasses that nobody likes. Hurray 400 yen!) and some Guinness because the Yakitori guy said I have to drink beer with his chicken next week, and, seeing as how I know nothing about alcohol, I grabbed the name I've heard the most.

But also: 430 yen milk. IT's like a pint. supposedly the most delicious milk ever.

If it is I'm dumping the bank on a supply of this stuff. The campus milk is terrible.

Goddamn I want some Mighty Taco right now.