tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54727152011-04-22T13:20:00.097+09:00Jets to JapanAdventures in Gaijin-landEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.comBlogger781100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1150272322311003962006-06-14T17:04:00.000+09:002006-06-14T17:05:22.700+09:00Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1149232886242122872006-06-02T16:18:00.000+09:002006-06-02T16:21:26.243+09:00Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1149232637907754022006-06-02T16:16:00.000+09:002006-06-02T16:17:17.906+09:00Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1149232349574173822006-06-02T16:02:00.000+09:002006-06-02T16:12:29.576+09:00Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1149231729031552882006-06-02T16:00:00.000+09:002006-06-02T16:02:09.043+09:00this site is so awesome . . . more to followEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1148918957415474942006-05-30T01:07:00.000+09:002006-05-30T01:09:18.676+09:00Today, a man but his finger in my butthole. It felt good for about .3 seconds, that kind of good feeling you get when you're in the midst of a huge dump, but instead of relieving myself of waste I was instead being injected with lifelong shame and humiliation and, to the best of my knowledge, a lubed up and ungloved male index finger as I lay prone and helpless on a makeshift table made of Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1142781228955778832006-03-19T23:32:00.000+09:002006-03-20T01:56:28.633+09:00Boku no kanojou or shoukai shimasu.This is one of those things that get lost and easily forgotten in daily trivialities, and I can't talk to the person it concerns right now. So I have to write it down.So I've been feeling kinda shitty today, my girlfriend has been out with her friends for a few days and that's got me thinking.I like her. A lot. Enough to the point where I'm thinking about the Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1138866333057744852006-02-02T16:28:00.000+09:002006-02-02T16:45:33.080+09:00Chuck Norris, apparently, has been promoted to a state of existence that could be described as godly, if godly wasn't such a limiting and obviously hyperbollically degrading means of describing a living entity. And you'd never have guessed it watching Walker: Texas Ranger! (or in my case, flipping to the USA network or whatever network it's on late at night (jesus have I not seen American cable Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1137274132284928322006-01-15T03:54:00.000+09:002006-01-15T06:29:22.710+09:00With the imminent demise of Jeffrey's blog, I have decided to once again carry the flag for the side of all things good, fair, and jihad. As I'm sure my 5 month hiatus has alienated all five of my readers, you should expect my blog to become even more personal and, consequently, inane. As such, itemized update on things I find insightful, provocative, fucked, fucking amazing, and fucking Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1123093643451841772005-08-04T03:27:00.000+09:002005-08-04T03:27:23.503+09:00The worst skaters you will ever see Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1123090793069922552005-08-04T01:55:00.000+09:002005-08-04T02:39:53.120+09:00It's high time I updated this thing. No filler. All business. Item #1: I'm officially dating the school nurse at one of my schools. It's kind of a secret. So shhhhhh. She's cute. She's got the same goofy, stupid personality as me. She's constantly surprising me. She gives a mean BJ. She's rad.Item #2: I drank way too much this weekend and slept on the beach for two nights. Like a Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1118946302270462702005-06-17T03:23:00.000+09:002005-06-17T03:25:02.276+09:00This is fucking savage:. . . I believe to have interfered as I have done, . . . in behalf of His despised poor, was not wrong, but right. Now, if it be deemed necessary that I should forfeit my life for the furtherance of the ends of justice, and mingle my blood further with the blood of my children, and with the blood of millions in this slave country whose rights are disregarded by wicked, Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1118664273717552972005-06-13T19:54:00.000+09:002005-06-13T21:04:33.776+09:00Sorry for not bloggerizing sooner. I had nearly completed a lengthy entry detailing my latest fall from grace (once again, grace in this instance referring to my wheeled board of death, a fall that occurred for no discernable reason on a perfectly flat, perfectly paved piece of asphault on a nondescript Wednesday afternoon as I was making my way to the gym, running my total of gym in transitu Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1118222556746513822005-06-08T17:53:00.000+09:002005-06-08T18:28:33.300+09:00"Hey, you gonna eat your tots?"I think something is wrong with me. I've been tired as shit all day the past few days, and not just from the mind-numbingly low level of English at 5chu and the tragically un-qualified Kawai-sensei. For example, today I took a 3 1/2 hour nap. I couldn't drag myself out of bed. And my pupils are fucking dilated out of control, I look like anime on 5 pills. I'd go to Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1117564844357542792005-06-01T02:19:00.000+09:002005-06-01T03:40:44.366+09:00I Heart Sports DayNothing illustrates the considerable communicative loopholes that allow me basically free reign to be a total fuckhead slacker than the great inter-city Asaka Sports Day.Every year for a couple of days, all the school club sport teams play each other in all day round robin tourneys to see which school is ICHIBAN (and nothing is more hilarious than seeing tiny 5chu get routinely Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1117205075683762102005-05-27T23:39:00.000+09:002005-05-27T23:44:35.686+09:00"There were thousands of semiliterate Westerners making a living teaching English in language schools and universities, homely . . . able to parlay blonde hair and big breasts into careers as models and movie actresses in Tokyo and countless over examples of career success exceeding qualifications. Demand exceeded supply . . . Western foreigners could do things like that in those days because Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1116943338153523982005-05-24T21:15:00.000+09:002005-05-24T23:02:18.203+09:00Almost-hump-day snapshot.Bored and lacking interest in any of my hobbies. Play guitar? Bored with the crap coming out of my fingers. Listen to music? Only intensifies my distaste for my current dearth of creativity. Numb my skull with ADD sensory overload Japanese TV? Read? For pleasure? Hahahaha! Blog? We have a winner! It's time for one of those updates where nothing has really Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1116688968127096612005-05-21T23:46:00.000+09:002005-05-22T00:22:48.166+09:00Best. Show. Ever.I wish I was speaking about the Circuiting performance last Saturday, which was, although tons of fun, a rushed, sloppy mess that saw Jarvis being way too noodley (case in point: adding some grindcore-esque shred bass part to our cutesy bossa-nova intro), and me (and probably Clay, on a more sub-conscious level) trying too hard to get the crowd out of its catatonic state, but Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1116262252340315332005-05-17T01:50:00.000+09:002005-05-17T01:50:52.346+09:00Interesting: Gonorrhea is known as both "the clap" and "the drip."Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1115734041285644912005-05-10T20:12:00.000+09:002005-05-10T23:07:21.393+09:00So lazy . . .Got a ton of things I should be doing, notably PRACTICING for our SHOW on SATURDAY, but I can't even muster the energy to stand up. I think my bones are all broken or something. (Not so) quick recap:Went to a pretty cool show last night in Shinjuku Loft, some dude I met a couple of weekends ago at the Harajuku party. Screamo/emo typo bandos, mostly pretty cookie cutter stuff (mostEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1115029934030984862005-05-02T19:04:00.000+09:002005-05-02T19:32:14.033+09:00Ebony and IvoryOh my dear fuck, I have heard news that has sent my world spinning into a tailspin I feel I shall never, ever recover from. I thought my potential de-viriginizing of a girl (with some of the worst sex ever) last weekend was the tops, but I have been put to shame by what has passed through my ears today. In the interests of protecting the parties involved, let's just say that my Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1117564825777487302005-04-22T06:02:00.000+09:002005-06-01T03:40:25.826+09:00I Heart Sports DayNothing illustrates the considerable communicative loopholes that allow me basically free reign to be a total fuckhead slacker than the great inter-city Asaka Sports Day.Every year for a coupla>Daar ben ik een nieuw project begonnen. Zo kun je handig je eigen stoelgang analyseren..e eigen stoelgang analyseren..Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1113870378020466882005-04-19T09:19:00.000+09:002005-04-19T13:48:26.150+09:00I am so amused by myself.Here I am, 23 years old, college graduate with a degree in economics, and I'm living the life most 17 year old kids dream about. Skateboarding, playing punk rock guitar in a band, smoking dope, not getting past 1st base with the girl I'm seeing, wearing zip up hoodies to work. I mean honestly, how rad a life is that? Yesterday me and Haneefa were bored so we went to the Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1113836187532831242005-04-18T23:05:00.000+09:002005-04-18T23:56:27.533+09:00Air JapanSkateboarding has come to Asaka.So I told Haneefa to buy me a backpack from Bali cause surfer shit is dirt cheap there, and she came back with a bag with a strap built in to hold a skateboard. I didn't think much of it at the time, but later that night I found myself daydreaming (can you do that at night?) about the usual (boobs, punk rock, drugs, sheisse), and also skateboarding, to Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1113231391966558062005-04-11T22:07:00.000+09:002005-04-12T02:13:41.540+09:00At long last 3 weeks of debauchery have come to a close, a span that saw me teach 1 class and actually attend work a total of 4 times. I'm:1. determined to smoke and eat less, exercise more (some?), actually try to get better at the guitar, actually teach classes, and learn how to be productive again.2. tired from a long, long, loooong night of being stranded between 1st and 2nd bases (here comesEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1112437829561196152005-04-02T19:06:00.000+09:002005-04-02T20:18:22.973+09:00The Really fucking good: Played a kickass show last night. Soo much goddamn fun. I was about to puke from nerves (and wondering if my drummer was actually going to make it on time) all night, but we rocked the damn place. The crowd was great, so responsive. I think this may have had a lot to do with the fact that we were the last band playing (in an all-you-can-drink club with nasty cheap drinks Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1111632241074687442005-03-24T11:01:00.000+09:002005-03-24T11:44:01.076+09:00I'm in the eye of the hurricane right now. A moment of eerie calmness, bookended on both sides by debauchery of truly monumental ferver. I'm also planning on ending my two day work week by once again leaving at 12:00. Ah, the life. First, the front end: I shall recount, to the best of my abilities, my (4 day) weekend. It was not really defined by its excesses, but more by the sheer variety Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1110979493252345782005-03-16T22:10:00.000+09:002005-03-17T21:45:59.606+09:00Art is hard.Woo hoo, I'm in the Japanese newspaper!http://www.japantimes.co.jp/cgi-bin/getarticle.pl5?fl20050315vf.htmI was standing outside Hachiko in Shibuya with a friend, freezing, waiting for Clay the drummer and some other dudes to show up so we could make our way to a show (Melt Banana and Dalek, so fucking awesome. Melt Banana was their usual insane kick ass self, and Dalek, this hip hop Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1110381198220407242005-03-09T23:25:00.000+09:002005-03-10T02:14:57.316+09:00Why do people work so much? I mean I understand why, economically, sociologically, but why spend the majority of your time doing something you'd preferably not be doing? Seems odd when you think about it that way. And I know there are plenty of people out there who love what they do, who wake up every morning excited to go to work, excited at the prospect of another day working at a machine in a Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1110299993619908682005-03-09T01:25:00.000+09:002005-03-09T01:39:53.620+09:00So much for the spring bringing therapy.In my few minutes outside today, I noticed the weather was devoid of the cold bite I have become accustomed to for the last couple months. And despite calling in sick to work many, many times during the course of my stay here, today was the first day that I have been actually, legitimately sick. My head is spinning, my lungs are heaving, my body is Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1109899256130142562005-03-04T10:00:00.000+09:002005-03-04T10:20:56.133+09:00Pissing down snow. Well, I guess more like defecating down snow, and not big, comfortable flakes, more like me last night when only the good grace of God got me to the toilet before the consequences of my drinking stained my conscience and/or pants. It's March, where the fuck am I, the North Pole? Canada? Some other third world country? Good thing I risked life and limb coming to school Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1109861062977712222005-03-03T23:39:00.001+09:002005-03-03T23:44:22.976+09:00This is pure. I hope to feel like this somedayThis is the first day of my lifeSwear I was born right in the doorwayI went out in the rain, suddenly everything changedThey're spreading blankets on the beachYours is the first face that I sawI think I was blind before I met youDon't know where I am, don't know where I've beenBut I know where I want to goSo I thought I'd let you knowThat these Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1109777315414391392005-03-03T00:28:00.000+09:002005-03-03T00:32:44.546+09:00Pictures rule, remember this Davey D? Ridin the Gooz Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1109560756709190962005-02-28T12:14:00.000+09:002005-02-28T12:19:16.710+09:00I've been out getting my bike tire fixed. So for the past hour and a half I have been walking around Asaka with a huge smile on my face, eating grape Mentos, and thinking I can't think of many Mondays that have been as good as this one.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1109553991096004242005-02-28T09:11:00.000+09:002005-02-28T15:42:56.390+09:00Not only that, I'm on instant messenger, reading about my stupid SG string problem, and listening to music. The model employee.And let the ramble begin.Saturday was a good day. Up around 2, smoking by 4, drinking by 7 and home at 7 the next morning. I went to a cool party in Harajuku Saturday night, following the utter debacle that was Haneefa's party. It seemed like the Japanese equivalent of a Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1109549029405249672005-02-28T08:45:00.000+09:002005-02-28T09:03:49.406+09:00Oh I've gone and done it now.8:45, Monday morning, February 28th, 2005. Asaka #1 Junior High School. Eugene is at work.And he's high.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1109342188131624782005-02-25T23:20:00.000+09:002005-02-25T23:40:18.483+09:00もういい。やめたい。Man I hate the stuff I write. Honestly. I put up with it until I get so used to it that it sounds weird to change it, all the while hating myself and wishing I was taller, prettier, skinnier, and blonde. I want to be somewhere between stuff that's so simple it's cool and so complex it's cool, but I honestly don't even know what good shit sounds like until someone else does it. I'm just Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1109316837545679252005-02-25T16:31:00.000+09:002005-02-25T16:33:57.546+09:00Someone in my city is out to get me. I mean, why else would the cigarette machine near my house decide to start dispensing the same scrotum kicking cloves that ruined my life for a 5 day period in Bali last month? Welcome to the Jungle.Driving Like Jehu, all over this crazy road of lifeEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1109174835265962752005-02-24T01:05:00.000+09:002005-02-24T01:07:15.266+09:00And my new stage name is . . . . . Johnny C. So obvious, yet so not. Bonus points if you can guess why. Man this has been the most productive day of my life.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1109157601408774752005-02-23T20:17:00.000+09:002005-02-23T20:20:01.410+09:00Captain Master Shake of the Interplanetary Traffic Safety Squadron Patrol, All Units, Except Jupiter and Spain, Unless Otherwise Noted.Thanks to the Aqua Teens, I just thought of the greatest band name . . . The Great Circuiting. Only thing left is to write a (more) rocking rendition of "To Be With You" by Mr. Big, as if such a thing were possible.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1108998763265380002005-02-22T00:03:00.000+09:002005-02-22T00:12:43.266+09:00hehe, blooger sounds like boogerI've realized that I've stopped recycling. it's been a gradual process, and i still make an effort once in a while, but for the most part i've realized that i can't even bring myself to give a shit whether a plastic bottle counts as a bottle or plastic. In with the rest of the burnable garbage you go, batteries. I figure if something goes down I can just pull Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1108883337580594812005-02-20T16:05:00.000+09:002005-02-20T16:08:57.580+09:00what a fantastic stoney start to a dayroll out of bed at 2decide i am hungrydig around, find jeans from last night, stoney looking beanie and hoodieput on shoes (no socks)check wallet. realize i have 500 yengo to convenience store and buy sandwiches, a bag of chips, donuts, and coke with my last 500 yenupdate blogeatoh and last night sucked my balls. i always say never again to ROPPONGI and yetEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1108554228996394062005-02-16T20:27:00.000+09:002005-02-16T20:43:49.006+09:00hehe, the blogger intro page says Dashboard. How appropriate.So I tried to do a bit of writing today. Started with some words this time, thought they were pretty good, and I could actually hear a kind of melody in my head, so I went with that and wrote the progression around that, which is the exact opposite order I usually go about this exercise in futility. Realized after a few hours of Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1108479812581113662005-02-15T23:31:00.000+09:002005-02-16T00:03:32.583+09:00Nothing quite like smoking cigarettes and listening to emo all day. It's weird going from never having enough damn time to having too much damn time and too little to fill it with. My house is starting to look like Pee Wee's Playhouse, without the cool talking chair, disembodied head, dancing robot, or screamy word of the day. So basically, a lot of shit laying around and a lot of public Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1108394164023171482005-02-14T23:10:00.000+09:002005-02-15T00:36:42.676+09:00Yeah, it's back. How long has it been? Who gives a fuck. I hate blogs that start off with "gosh it's been a while since I last posted" or "sorry for not posting for so long" (like who are you apologizing to, you douche) or "aids dick cunt fuck balls." I mean come on sometimes people only blog once every couple of months, and they waste the first half of their boring ass entry talking about "wow IEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1090254687214923062004-07-20T01:00:00.000+09:002004-07-20T01:31:27.216+09:00I'm goin home I'm goin home I'm goin home!
As excited as I am to get on back from where I done came from, I'm actually sorta regretting not being here for the summer in Japan. Whereas the seasonal oscillation in San Diego could best be represented by like a sorta fuzzy line, in Japan you actually know when it's winter, spring, fall, and especially summer. And it's not just the weather. Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1089210225886729892004-07-07T22:12:00.000+09:002004-07-07T23:25:31.086+09:00And the Japanese summer has finally arrived.
It's dirty fucking hot here now. And I really have no idea how hot it actually is degree-wise, and it just doesn't matter. The humidity kills. I played sports for about 3 hours with the kiddies today, and we might as well have been playing basketball in a sauna. You'd think that all this exercise and all this sweating would have inevitably Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1087665836082597482004-06-20T02:21:00.000+09:002004-06-20T02:23:56.083+09:00Oh well fucking shit I did something right! Eat my fatty bbc, technology. I don't need you anymore, gay dude. Woo hoo!Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1087665497966744632004-06-20T02:02:00.000+09:002004-06-20T02:18:17.966+09:00So I switched my blog template to this gayer looking one, and for some reason the sidebar and all the info got squished to the bottom of the page, which is why there's that stupid empty green bar to the right of this entry that you're probably looking at with a "what the hell is the purpose of that thing?" look on your face and thoughts of "Eugene is such a fucking idiot he can't even figure out Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1087384992228881652004-06-16T19:50:00.000+09:002004-06-16T20:34:15.566+09:00Back from the JET recontracting conference, with a renewed sense of vigor towards getting the most out of my JET experience, providing my students with entertaining and intellectually stimulating English lessons, and creating a greater sense of global unity and understanding through an enlightening exchange of experiences. Hehe.
Well I'm sure that would have been my outlook had I actually Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1087155722054970092004-06-14T04:37:00.000+09:002004-06-20T02:21:06.276+09:00soits430inthefuckingmorning
inmyfavoriteplaceofplacesroppongi,
andimusingasemensoakedkeyboard
withanonfunctionalspacekey
inaseedy24hourinternetcafe,
waitingformyfirstgoddamntrain
soicangohomeandsleep.
fuckingfuckfuckfuck.
thishasnotbeenagoodcoupleofdays,
foravarietyofreasons,
butidonthavetheenergytogetintoallthat.
atleastmystupidcityisputtingmeupforfree
Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1086911569960767502004-06-11T08:50:00.000+09:002004-06-11T08:52:49.960+09:00Freakin comments! Thanks to the Asian persuasion of the one and only DeGuzzie, now all my dedicated readers can post comments about the sate of my bowel movements, etc (and yes I do realize this applies to probably one lone, unemployed Filipino man). Man this shit is gettin' serious!Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1086876295447693102004-06-10T20:58:00.000+09:002004-06-11T01:09:36.493+09:00So my wrist's been hurting since I FELL OFF MY FUCKING BIKE two weeks ago, rendering me unable to play the guitar or go to the gym or do a lot of the other things I enjoy (yes yes, ha ha, masturbation, freakin hilarious), and all the free time is seriously killing me and forcing me to think about things like the utter stupidity and unfulfilling nature of my job and the ceaseless atrophying of my Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1081634650351188692004-04-11T07:04:00.000+09:002004-06-10T20:57:54.400+09:00Starting to get hung over from drinking all damn day. A lesser known tenent of Zen Buddhism: If your cure for the post drinking shakes is to get plastered at 2:30 in the afternoon (fuck the hair o' the dog, I'm talking bones and everything), does that make you an alcoholic?
I went to Hong Kong two weeks ago, and it was good, and annoying, but I don't have the energy to get into that right now.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1079820121693279612004-03-21T07:02:00.000+09:002004-03-21T07:04:28.186+09:00Lessons learned from tonight . . .
Just because they are called "legal" drugs, and are sold in a "legitimate establishment" like the head shop under Condomania, it does not follow that you should take them.
That is all.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1079718105636846852004-03-20T02:41:00.000+09:002004-03-20T02:44:10.390+09:00No clever intro phrase today, so time to get right into it,
Friday night and I haven't done anything in preparation for what should be a debacle of a Saturday/Sunday. Here's to making it home safe, not puking, not passing out anywhere, not drinking absinthe, not dancing with fat/ugly/male chicks, not getting lost during my first trip to downtown Yokohama. Cheers.
This week has been pretty Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1079075048375842432004-03-12T16:04:00.000+09:002004-03-12T19:04:38.233+09:00At work, gettin paid, bloggin, life is good.
I had two seperate classes ask me today if I have a big tomahawk. I'm quite used to questions like these normally, it was just the rhetoric that threw me. Why did they both say tomahawk? I accosted a few of the kids afterwards just cause I wanted to know where they learned such an unusual term, and they all deferred to some other kid in some other Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1078591170022864282004-03-07T01:39:00.000+09:002004-03-07T03:56:45.593+09:00Persistence pays . . .
So I've had some kind of nasty stain on my toilet bowl (it's my toilet bowl, guess what kind of stain it is), and instead of busting out the toilet brush and getting down on my hands and knees like a sucker, I've just made a conscious effort to pee right on it everytime I go to the bathroom. 2 weeks later, the stain's just about gone, and no one is the wiser. PersistenceEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1078229969518422122004-03-02T21:19:00.000+09:002004-03-02T21:21:37.373+09:00Feelin' sick again. One guess why that is . . . did someone say drinking? Bing Bong, we have a winner!
Saturday was one long, painful experience. After about 3-4 hours of sleep, I woke up at 5:45 to go snowboarding with Auzzie Simon and Kiwi Simon. We got to Ikebukuro around 7:00, and our bus for the slopes was supposed to leave around 7:40, and the trip was supposed to take at most 2 1/2 Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1077710175264102182004-02-25T20:56:00.000+09:002004-02-25T21:02:07.856+09:00Japanese boys do this weird, highly homosexual thing called koncho, where they clasp their hands together, point out their index fingers, and try to shove them up their friend's assholes. Today when I was trying (in futility) to teach my students football during class (which by the way I had to talk to three different people just to make happen, it was seriously like "dad can i sleep over at Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1077609035204176832004-02-24T16:50:00.000+09:002004-02-27T14:39:38.686+09:00At ease soldier,
Woah shit, when I opened up my blog there was an ad for Phi Phi Island and Thailand on the top of the screen, obviously proof that some dude from Blogger spends his time constantly checking my blog for updates and making advertisements just for me. Which brings the number of people who read my blog to 2.
Since I last bloggerized . . .
Am I seriously getting paid for the workEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1077069233779149942004-02-18T10:32:00.000+09:002004-02-18T11:10:05.716+09:00. . . keepin' the updates a comin' since 2003
Ballin', J-style
So two days ago I went out to dinner with my dad's friend and some of his friends came along. And they're all fuckin LOADED! We ate at this member's only spa in The New Otani, this baller hotel in Tokyo. Apparently all the members of the Japanese Diet hang out here, and even Prime Minister Koizumi used to be a member before Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1076428794382678542004-02-11T00:59:00.000+09:002004-02-11T01:01:41.593+09:00Tomorrow is Saitama Foundation Day, which means I have the day off. And I'm going boarding tomorrow, which means the hospital will have another patient tomorrow night. And I took a 3 1/2 hour nap under my "crack", which means there is no way in hell I will be going to sleep anytime soon. So now it's back to my blog, my personal version of a neglected red-headed bastard child.
Let's see . . Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1076181866720447912004-02-08T04:24:00.000+09:002004-02-08T04:35:00.013+09:00okay, back to what i was doing . . . my trip to Thailand.
Weed pt 2- We smoked a bunch of weed, one day we smoked weed on our own little private beach on Phi Phi (it was a taxi boat/ganja package deal, and btw man I wish I had gone to Thailand when I was younger, I would have gotten such a kick out of names like Phi Phi, Phuket, etc. . . fuck man I still do), and after a few hours of getting Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1075806291758657682004-02-03T20:04:00.000+09:002004-02-03T20:06:31.670+09:00K, well I called in sick to school today (yes, and this time I am actually sick) and I am getting tired of playing my gameboy (even though I have 500 games to choose from) and I still don't feel well enough to leave the comfort of my kotatsu (which shall hereby be referred to as "crack") so I guess it's time to update this damn thing. Since it's been about a month and a half since I last did so Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1071513450945160082003-12-16T03:37:00.000+09:002003-12-16T03:38:21.310+09:002:30 am update on the eve of my departure for Thailand (okay, actually the eve of the eve of my departure, since I have to sleep at the airport tomorrow night . . . another long story). This is probably a horrible idea, since I overslept and was late for work today already, but I'm two damn excited to go to bed right now. I also feel a need to celebrate the renewal of my internet connection.
Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1068564380141063832003-11-12T00:26:00.000+09:002003-11-12T00:26:17.643+09:00Hisashiburi desune,
It's been a while, and I'm sure everyone has been anxiously awaiting my lastest update. I've been a busy little gaijin as of late, so let's start around where I left off. The weekend of the 25th I went to watch one of my teachers perform with his band. He was pretty damn good, and I love the "Rock and Roll Forever, Don't Fear the Reaper, Ride to Live and Live to Ride" Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1066899098899201552003-10-23T17:51:00.000+09:002003-10-23T17:55:51.960+09:00Little monsters,
That's been the theme of this week, as these are the days leading up to Halloween; not unrelatedly, I've had 4 straight days of teaching elementary school. Today I taught some sixth grade elementary school kids, and I wore the amazingly realistic wig I bought a few days ago (for like 40 bucks!) that makes me look like a character out of an anime. It's very similar to the Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1066445156762389642003-10-18T11:45:00.000+09:002003-10-18T14:37:55.830+09:00Fuck man, all I gotta say is if you ever want to go bowling in Japan, just don't. In an attempt to save money (gettin' paid on Monday!), me and some friends decided to grab a few beers and hit a few pins instead of going into the city. So after getting to the bowling alley and trying to decipher all the signs (which of course were in kanji, or as mike likes to call them, scribbles), we decided Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1066100440787234122003-10-14T12:00:00.000+09:002003-10-14T12:06:43.593+09:00I've decided that I need a major shift in emphasis for this blog. I've decided that this should not be made for you, dear reader, but for me. This blog should be a means of documenting the continual blundering and embarassment I call life in Japan, so that I may one day have these posts reread to me by my obedient midget slave in my billion dollar house on a hill, and recollect, and reminisce, Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1063809112623981002003-09-17T23:31:00.001+09:002003-09-17T23:31:52.456+09:00Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1063809060044170572003-09-17T23:31:00.000+09:002003-09-17T23:30:59.893+09:00Okay, so its been a while since I've written in this damn thing. In case you haven't noticed me missing, I've been in Japan for about 4 weeks, and a lot lot lot has happened. But instead of writing about all that right now, I'm just going to say that Cradle to the Grave (oh, i'm sorry, Cradle 2 the Grave) has got to be one of the worst fucking movies I have watched in my entire life. The only Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1060240058011176022003-08-07T16:07:00.000+09:002003-08-07T16:11:15.240+09:00Yo Ho Yo Ho
Yarrr, ye best watch yourself, I hath returned from me sail on the high seas. For many a day and night (okay just one) I battled the harsh sea, the whipping winds (shiver me timbers), and me nemesis the White Whale (okay albacore tuna), all the while knowing one slip and I would be paying a visit to Davey Jones' Locker. Yarrr.
Just got back from deep sea fishin with my dad and aEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1060063199573960482003-08-05T14:59:00.000+09:002003-08-05T14:59:59.406+09:00Technology 91823764918364787623, Eugene 0
So I've been spending all damn day fighting the good fight against our digital oppressors. And despite a big E for Effort, technology has been taking a steaming deuce upon me on all cards. A run down:
Round 1: Installed software for my digital camera. Things were going well, keeping my head up, moving my feet, ducking and jabbing. I wanted to make Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1059979598703386732003-08-04T15:46:00.000+09:002003-08-04T15:46:38.613+09:00Got a new laptop yesterday, my much belated grad present. Woo hoo, it kicks a lot of ass. You know what doesn't kick a lot of ass? AOL. AOL is the biggest piece of unreliable, antiquated, horse-shit internet access. I am amazed anyone still uses it.
Cut to me, lying on the ground (because the phone line downstairs doesn't stretch far enough to allow me a more dignified position), Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1059725474807342782003-08-01T17:11:00.000+09:002003-08-01T18:00:03.260+09:00ADD4E: hey greg, remember that time I walked in on you jerking off to pictures of Whoopi Goldberg?
G Hippo K: yeah, her penis was bigger than mine!! in fact, everyone's is!! i'm such a sad little bitch with a baby dick!!
OMG, Gregory Kabashima is the biggest cock whore!! He seriously gives the best head ever, and he swallows EVERYTHING!! Like a goddamn hoover.
Let this be a lesson to youEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1059622793774244812003-07-31T12:39:00.000+09:002003-07-31T12:40:41.223+09:00Ugh,
So this whole Japan thing has been fucking with me. I was so convinced that I wasn't going to go that I had begun convincing myself that it was better that I didn't get in, and discounting all the reasons I wanted to go in the first place. Now that I got in, I'm forced to do the opposite, and I have to figure out a way to not regret everything that I'm leaving behind. I've got regret Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472715.post-1059621012790360902003-07-31T12:10:00.000+09:002003-07-31T12:10:12.880+09:00Well, here we go.
This is my highly unanticipated blog, the unloved redheaded bastard child of a few recent events that have turned my life upside down. In no particular order:
1. Finding out (two days ago) that I will indeed be spending the next year in a foreign country across the sea, surrounded by a sea of tiny people (even compared to me!) with black hair and fucked up teeth.
2. Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09381507884346938311noreply@blogger.com0