The child inside is well and alive

I'm pretty much a little kid. If I go for walks or something I'll inevitably look at a weird telephone pole or a tree or something and go "THAT THING LOOKS LIKE ANOTHER THING!"

For example, everytime I walk past this spot in the hallway, I can't help thinking of a tie fighter.



The weather decided to rain on my parade, so no hike with my friend AGAIN today. Stupid rain. Te choca. We did watch some Japanese soap opera after I had failed at making a successful omelette (it really just came out as lumps of eggs with ham on top).

I could really take a full week to just talk about what I see on tv here. It's insane. This was a bowling drama. Yes. BOWLING. The main character is this badass bowling alley manager, and he was talking a girl out of suicide on top of some building. Two of the other guys were in a sauna, and the one guy picked up the rocks from the middle of the room and held them to his chest. Then poorly computerized steam emanated from his chest and his hands started glowing bright red to indicate how hot the rocks were while he was screaming a manly scream. Then the attendant came into the sauna and brought them more towels and removed her top, at which point the pinnacle of manliness in the room looked over and smiled at her, and then his implied sudden erection shot the towel off his waist and into the ceiling. And as if that wasn't bad enough, we then get a 3/4 from behind view of the guy with a giant rainbow censor well past his head, at which the girl stares at in awe.

Seriously Japan. What. the. crap.