On Friday I went to play golf in Yoro with Matt, Jon, Nate, and Steve. It had a twist in that we were drunk. Matt hurt himself badly with his own golf bag. It took us 2.5 hours to finish a 6 hole course. The man who runs the course pointed out that this is more than twice as long as it's supposed to take. He seemed annoyed ( Read more... )

Thursday was a holiday, so my friends could stay out late. I began the day by getting new contact lenses. Nothing exciting there. Then I coincidentally met my friend Matt and some British people at the station, so I went with them to an izakaya. I had only eaten an orange up until this point, so I got druuunk on nomihodai. At the end, for some ( Read more... )

Today was my non-date with my friend Yuriko. I say this because the first couple of times I went out with her, I thought it was a date. However, her generally chilly demeanor and constant encouragement to look at/talk to other girls convinced me of her lack of interest. Now that I've accepted that there's no romantic possibility it's pretty fun to ( Read more... )

Had my last class with my current Business student. Now I am utterly unemployed. Maybe I should have made this a twitter?

Tomorrow I'm going to Nagoya on a non-date.

As part of my ongoing promise to no-one to chronicle my life more fully, here is a censored account of my weekend ( Read more... )

Events are slipping through my hands like loose Skittles at the bottom of my Halloween candy bag ( Read more... )

Two weeks after our breakup Ai showed up at my door today demanding to know why I haven't called her. She has some kind of selective amnesia. Did she forget the gut-wrenching 6 hour breakup that occurred just 16 days ago? As it was the worst experience of my life, I certainly remember ( Read more... )

At least that's my opinion. You don't have to worry about guilt or second thoughts ( Read more... )

On Christmas I went with my friend Steve to Nagoya. We went to a club called "ID Bar", or something like that (How should I know these things, I don't have a secretary). Anyway, almost all of the girls were dressed like Santa. That was awesome. We met a girl named "Marie" (pronounced ma-ri-e, three syllables). She spoke English well. Then we went ( Read more... )

I had a weird dream last night that I suddenly went back to America. It was stresssful because I knew there was no way I wasn't missing a day of work. In the dream, America was lame because everyone was poor, so I couldn't even afford to eat the food I miss.