Fact #147 of living in a box in Japan:
I frequently shower with my clothes because my shower room is also my dryer.
Went home in May for my little sister's high school graduation. It was nice to be home again, even if my space has been invaded on the level of rape, dear family wtf. :D I enjoyed having a real bed for a while. Gods, I miss my bed sometimes. And like, a dryer. And food. Ah, foooooooooood.
Earlier this month... or last month? Meh, some point. Took a drive with a bunch of folks to Kinkazan, a pretty little island thingy. Took a ferry out to it, was attacked by seagulls. Then got to hike up a steep hill, look at a shrine, and hike back down because we got there late and the last ferry back only left us an hour. Was pretty, but lame. Would like to go again with more, like, time. To explore and stuff. Want to see monkeys. MONKEYS REED.
When we left we had two more people in our party, so Ana's poor Suzuki Wagon R was carrying six people up hills, and it did not like that. But it tried hard. Poor little car. Then we went to the nifty lookout point that overlooks Kinkazan or however the hell you spell it, and played on the Nazi training ground. Was slightly painful, but fun. Went there last year with Reed too, if it sounds familiar to anyone. After that we drove to a scary abandoned creepy building surrounded by a creepy forest and hiked down to a tiny deserted beach which was gorgeous but freezing and proceeded to try to give ourselves (me, my other personalities, and some friends that actually exist outside my head) hypothermia. Was fun.
And then I was exhausted and went to bed.Fun fact #37:
My toilet doubles as a sink.
Went to a bbq on the beach and had some fireworks and beer--I did not get drunk! I didn't even drink but maybe one, go me!--and stripped down to our underwear and went swimming in the middle of the night in the ocean. Well, I did, and this one little Japanese guy that was with us did. And Ana of course. No one else really seemed to be as fond of the ocean as we were. But it was way fun. :D And no, I don't need to be drinking to do stupid stuff like that, is not the first time I've stripped down and jumped in the water. I have a crush on the ocean, when it's not trying to kill me.
Anyway. Got bitten by like eighty billion random bugs and probably have larvae in my skin. Blah. But. Had fun. ^.^
Had my first concert in Japan on the 11th. YAY GACKT!!! +D
I shall start with the random strange thing that happened in my little town, that has never happened to me before ever. I was talked into wearing a concert cute outfit, which is less jeans and comfort and more hey look at me I'm hot, but I hid it under a hoodie for the train ride. Still, passing a guy on the way to my train station in Yamoto, I smiled at him because he was looking at me and I smile at everyone I make eye contact with, just because I feel I have to or they'll know I plot their death. Is habit. He followed me to the train station.
Oh, oh I didn't even believe it. At first, he was like, "asobo? play play," and I was like "sorry dude you're cute but young and I'm on the way to Sendai." I just said Sendai though, since he probably didn't speak much English. I thought it was cute he was flirting with me, since Japanese boys are usually scared away by my aura of death. Or something. But then? Then he looked around all furtive like, and in this really shyly earnest voice said "sex? s-s-sex?" And I was all "...wut?" I didn't even know what to do because of the way he was asking. My brain shut down from shock. In the states I would have removed his testicles with a spork, but I was just so surprised it resulted in total brain death. I said Sendai again, smiled and pointed to the train station, and he was like "chotto dake, chotto dake" which means "just a little" and I'm not too sure I know what just a little sex is, but I said no and then APOLOGIZED because he looked like he was going to cry and it was just the weirdest thing ever.
And then I went to Sendai.
So, I decided to take a shinkansen since I like to spend money when I don't have any, and that way I got to sleep in and take a shower and take my time and not hate my life the universe and everything. I figured it'd be a nice change yeah? And it was good.
Got to Saitama early, and found the arena the concert would be in relatively quickly, since it's huge and right by the train station and there was a fuck ton of people there. I had nothing to do while I waited for the arena to open so I got in the FREAKING HUGE ASSED LINE for the little Gackt shop, and that killed a lot of time. I got a t-shirt. I likes it. +D
Then went in. The concert was AWESOME. I adore and wish to marry You, the rhythm guitarist/violinist. And maybe Gackt too if he'll come along. It was totally fantastically amazing and that's all I can really say. It was amazing. I had a blast. Seriously I can't even say. The only thing that would have been more awesome would have been actually meeting the band, but considering the vocalist (that would be Gackt) nearly passed out twice and actually passed out once during his performance, I figured they wouldn't be doing anything like that. So I exited and followed the crowd.
I meandered lost and alone--because I did this whole thing by myself, give a huzzah for independence! and then burn it 'cause I'm lonely--around Saitama and the arena, then when there were no more buses or shinkansens (bullet trains) that would take me home, as the concert lasted nearly five hours oh my gods was I tired, I went back to the main train station in Saitama and wandered around. This area was much creepier and skeezier than it was by the arena, by the way. But! I found an internet cafe, and there I sat, waiting for the trains to start up again in the morning. My chair was very comfy, I got free drinks, and I only had to pay ten bucks for five hours. Is teh win, ya? Except the air conditioner wouldn't turn off and I froze my ass off until it was time to go.
Slept 'til 4, then went to McDonald's to wait for the shinkansens to start running.
And then and then and then? At the McDonald's before I caught my shinkansen home this weird creepy old man sat down at my table and started talking to me and saying random things about my eyes and he bought me coffee and he wandered around and touched random girls but always came back to my table (probably because I was the only one by myself) and I ran away to catch my train and he HUGGED ME IT WAS SO CREEPY. I'm never leaving my house again. Ever.
Recovering from that weekend took an entire week. Seriously, I was so tired.
Then this weekend went to a birthday party on Friday and at some point lost my car key. Don't know how, as it was on my key ring, and it was the absolute only thing that wasn't in my purse on Saturday morning. So someone if you can explain how a car key can pull itself off a key ring and then jump out of my purse, I'd appreciate it. Really. I totally freaked out though, because my spare key was in my glove compartment. In my locked car. Because, as I've said all along, I'm brilliant that way. Seriously.
Seriously, I say seriously a lot. Seriously.
Got my car open!
Emailed my company, got no reply. Called my company's representative that's supposed to help in these situations. His number is no longer valid, or some such thing. Thanks for passing that along in case of emergencies there, so kind of you. Called the independent contractor to ask about locksmiths. Not really supposed to go directly to them, supposed to have the company contact them, will probably get in trouble. Fuck the company and their many ways of fail. Still. He doesn't get paid when I go to him directly.
He called the JAF, which is like the Japanese AAA. Without shiny member card would cost about $125 for them to open my car. Shit a chicken. Went to the train station to see if anyone had found my key. IC guy came with me because he's awesome that way. Train station man called around but no one had it. Said to try a service gas station, that they might be cheaper than the JAF. Had to wait an hour, so bought IC guy of win coffee. They couldn't do it, because my car is too new and the alarm system too complicated. Said to try the dealer.
Remembered, because I am retarded genius, that the place that services my car and changes the tires for me is actually supposed to be able to do stuff like this when I get in trouble, without my paying. That that's part of my rental agreement. Feel very stupid. IC guy takes me there, they follow us back to my apartment. They can't do it either, but they have the JAF card of shininess and call JAF. Had to wait an hour again. Awkward. JAF man comes. Inserts flimsy hundred yen (one dollar) folder and a little metal thing, takes all of three seconds, and opens my car.
Three seconds that would have cost me $125 had I been any more stupid this weekend. Fuck you, Japan.
I am happy. I have my key and can use my car. My pretty key with automatic unlock and lock button is gone forever, but at least I can still get into my car and like, drive and stuff. I say thank you about eighty thousand times to everyone, especially IC guy of awesome and win.
Am happy again.
The End.
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