well hello again range rovers! i am again connected to the internet, at a whopping 3 cents a minute, because i live too far out int he sticks to get anything better. fair enough. revenge comes in the worst of ways, even on yahoo BB.

i was in america at christmas, and yes, it is late in the game to fill your heads with petty stories of the treachery that is your country but, let me say that after a bout with food poisoning and red-neck bar-hopping, i was so happy to get back to the land of tea and kanji that i leaned my head back and breathed deeply of good old fashioned tokyo air pollution and exhaled a sigh of relief.

ill not clutter the front page, but retire to my journal to complain.

p.s. lost in translation is trite, so say my sources. don't believe what you see folks. esp. when bill murray is involved.

these are my students. hah hah, did i actually post a photo??? if i did, it took me 3 years to figure out it was that easy.

I've always been weirdly leery of those coat hooks on bathroom stall doors. They are usually right at my eye level, so I sometimes wonder if anyone has ever had one stabbed into their eye. That would really suck, and being that it's a bathroom we're talking about, probably not hygenic at all.

What bizarre fears do you have?

I had a dream last night about a high school class. Apparently i was in this class and the entire thing was based around the reading of this book "Sing Your Sorrows To The Moon." It was the final presentation day, and i hadn't even read the book. I show up and Sonny is there in front of this gigantic cardboard replica of the Jeapordy board that has flippable answer/questoin tiles, and the thing is covered in this amazing zombie themed mural that was hand painted. Standing in front of it was Sonny in a tutu.

Awesome. I felt so inadequate.

To talk like this
and act like that.

Overheard on the subway:
TRAIN CONDUCTOR: "Either you can fit in the car or you can't, So I'm going to open the door and you make the decision.....Good job."