***** here. I don’t know if you noticed, but I didn’t write last week and I’m pretty late into week 8 writing about week 7. Not to worry though. I’m just a cold hard bitch roaming around in a country full of sweet-hearts. Really, week six was a blur of failure, confusion, and wanting to go back to America. Yes, I’m not going to sugar coat it, there are going to be times where I am going to just be incomprehensibly distraught. However, right now, I’m in a good mood, so I’ll stay as long as I damn well please. So what happened last week? I was awesome that’s what happened.
First and foremost, I celebrated being foreign by going shopping in and around numerous sporting goods places. I got some weird looks from people, but at this point, I am starting to give about as many fucks as Einstein did in High School. So now I have a happy set of men’s workout shirts and my latest aim is to buy as many pairs of sweat pants as possible on Black Friday. Yes, I have almost completely given up on looking remotely presentable because I cannot afford to look good at this point. I had a reason to buy these sports clothes however.
On Tuesday the 15th, I was an immensely bro version of myself participating in a mini 運動会. You cannot comprehend how popular I was that day. I was everyone’s favorite fat white girl. I was also the only person out of the whole school (about 500 people) wearing shorts. This proved to be genius however because I had Asian girls and boys both trying to huddle with me to keep me warm. I was actually fine until it started raining, but whatever made them feel better, you know. I’m not one to turn down any form of Asian lovin’. I also got to pose for a ton of photos for some Swedish boys, who I’m beginning to think either enjoy my presence or at least enjoy the chaos my presence tends to bring. I also got in a dance battle using Mortal Kombat special moves. Nobody questioned it here, which is why I think I should live here forever after everyone I know is married.
Finally, starting Friday evening, I made my way into Tokyo to visit Caitlin, Tad, and Shintaro on the night bus. The night bus was living hell and I can’t believe I put myself through that, so when I go back for Christmas in Tokyo Disney (I KNOW, RIGHT?!), I’m shelling out the extra cash to take the shinkansen. Really all the night bus was happened to be me sweating for about 5 hours straight next to a woman with body odor (that’s right, not all Japanese people are odorless >.>) who also just happened to have a heinous cold. My legs were shoved somewhere in a crevice, and whenever the driver wasn’t looking, the isle. I’m pretty sure these buses were not made for anyone of my size or temperament. Once I got to Tokyo at 6 in the god damn morning, I walked out into the drizzling rain to Yoyogi park. I realized I was on the verge of illness relatively soon however, seeing as how I didn’t bring a coat, so I decided to wander about to find a Starbucks. After I found one, my day got brighter about tenfold, so by the time I checked in at the Ryokan I was staying at, I was chipper and almost dead. I accidently slept past my meeting time with the friends, but they allowed it and there was much joyous celebrating. If you want to know what we did, please refer to Caitlin’s post.
On a final note, while I was staying at the Ryokan, I ended up getting my flirt on with one of the guys that worked there, who apparently found my ability to fall up the stairs in a frozen stupor endearing. Needless to say, I’m going to stay there again for Christmas, and if he’s working then, I will make him take a picture with me. That is all.
I guess until next week!
Katie *****
P.S. I’m sorry I didn’t write last week. I figured no one would care…
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