I'm bored. There's going to be a party up in Matsumoto on the 15th of next month that C. and a girl I don't really know that well who goes by the surname T. put together. There'll be indie rock and T. will be bringing along her penchant for emo bands that have gone south. But, it'll be indie rock nonetheless. Better than the usual bullshit that ( Read more... )

Feel like shit, can't seem to sleep enough, can't seem to drum up the enthusiasm to do the things I want to do. Always sitting in the house or sitting at school and not really talking to anyone in either place. Today I read the new English textbooks we're going to be using at school. Seems the new policy is that the teachers have to teach ( Read more... )

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Morning Saturday. Gonna go somewhere in a little while to waste the day with N.

Last night I went drinking with S. and her friend from U.K., J. and her friend and sister from home, and Y., Japanese dude. For some reason Y. kept complaining that he was the only Japanese there and kept calling other people to complain about it. Then he would give me the phone and make me talk to them. He does that a lot- but it's alright, ( Read more... )

Last Saturday I went to Tokyo. Stayed at my girlfriend's house that night, got up early and caught the 6:20 bus to Shinjuku. Things were weird between us. We ate something at Starbucks around the corner from the bus station, and then her friend Y. and her friend Y. came and met up with us. They took off for some outlet mall on the outskirts of ( Read more... )

On the advice of a friend, I have unordered the oranges of so and so. That's good. Three books is plenty. Especially when I know I probably won't like one. I always have to balance my purchases with something I think I won't enjoy ( Read more... )

I ordered some new books yesterday. I don't know what to read these days, but my mind is turning to sponge and I have to read something. So, I got Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymos Bosch (Which I always misspell), The Air-Conditioned Nightmare by Henry Miller, The Delta of Venus by Anais Nin, and Till we Have Faces by C.S. Lewis. I really ( Read more... )

I am the overman and I create something from nothing. Nothing is what I have and after careful positioning something is what will be, and in the end there really won't be much objective difference between the two ( Read more... )

Big snow this morning. I think I'll start working on "the page" this week. Actually started last night. Made it up to Nagano city last night. I felt just like Bob Costas as I stood in the shiny new train station with the muted pastel/earth tones and the total lack of character. I looked over at Heiando from the promenade and said to the world ( Read more... )