My memory has been reshapen over the last 5 days. It has just been so busy!
Currently learning Japanese has continually promoted episodic depression swings
that like to make me feel as important one of those minty fresh urinal cakes.
Last week started with, a concert. A great concert if i may add. Whiskey was the brand of choice, but it turned into rum and then shooters filled with tequila and ginger ale. What was strange about this concert is that it had only one vocalist. And that tends to be normal except for the fact that this vocalist was the same one for about 6 bands. What the hell? how did she practice with all of them...and we agreed she was only needed for the last band in which she performed the best. Instrumental bands are fine no?
So to perpetuate the story, i was again mistaken for a teenage boy -i shouldn't have shaved. But we will see who is laughing in 20 years. when i can pass off for being at least 21 (let's hope)
Day 2:
another concert. friend got wasted. She tried to kiss a Japanese man. was rejected. Didn't even know if he was a band member. One band had really good instrumentals, but the vocalist sung like a creepy orphan girl and i grew uncomfortable, so i went up stairs to have a smoke. But the music followed me on a big projector screen. I was terrified. Friend apparently blacked out when she got home and blamed it on me. I blame it on Japanese men telling her to drink and downing huge amounts of straight whiskey in response.
Day 3:
Park, booze, cigarettes, friends (optional) = cheap night out!
Day 4: Local bar. Friend got yelled at for bringing a coke from outside and not ordering anything, had to stand outside and finish it. Tried to ask for playing cards but stumbled his words and just ended up saying ありがとう (thank you) and other random gestures "...el cardo, trumpo" sounded like spanglish with a dash of japanese ontop. Afterward he got yelled at again for throwing darts too hard. the ultimate 外人 (foreigner)
Day 5:
What the fuck i had a long week, i want to take a break. Another free concert tonight in Shibuya. A band called Flip. Was invited to go out afterward by these older Japanese guys that were die hard fans. Ordered a water because i did not want to drink 5 nights in a row. They ended up ordering wine and pouring a glass for me, then another...and another...then i ate a piece of liver which made a part of me die inside. They kept running out of each wine we were getting so went from red, to white, to a pitcher... Found out across our room was the band that just preformed, drinking and celebrating with friends. We said hello, and the two guys with us were passed cloud 9. "Banzai!" they screamed with their arms thrown up in the air. They kindly paid for the 181,000 yen bill....
Today:
I want to murder everything.
2.21.2012
Friday Afterstory
Problematically calculating every tweezed neuron from your brain.
whoa, that's what hang overs feel like. you have no motivation, it isn't a real day. If you get anything accomplished you aren't too excited about it. That's what Monday, and Tuesday have felt like. Though i haven't been consuming anything but chicken rice, and friendly exhaust fumes from the buzzing taxis of Tokyo.
So as a continuation from Friday night, there was a lot of money just flying out of my wallet like pigeons. Really ugly 2-D depression inducing pigeons. Clubs are expensive, or at least this one was. The person leading us around had no care in the world where his money was going. Ok sir, with a real job and a salary that is 110% higher than mine because mine is currently negative...so very low, and negative.
2 free drinks at the door not bad,
3000 yen at the door what the fuck.
and this was an all nighter right? how come i couldn't sit on the stupid black square no one was on?
because i wasn't a girl. boohooo.
Aside from that, we met an array of people, stuck up, nice, happy, quiet, fun blah blah blah
did i forget to mention we lost one of our friends in the group?
yes, this person was like a small child. If you turned away, he'd be gone. After losing him and finding him once. We lost him after the next song and just gave up looking for him. We assumed he'd be ok.
And okay super large but super nice secretary guard. I know that you're trying to keep me from ashing on the floor. But you don't have to say すみません (excuse me) and kindly push me with your giant meat hands in the direction of the ash tray.
Although, it was kind of...well nice. His huge hands were still threatening though.
Because, I'm more used to the security guards in America, who will kick you out of the club if your under aged and have a beer, you snatch your cigarette from your hands cause you cant smoke. And no matter how much you beg or cry, they will be an asshole to you. Because that's their job...to be a big asshole that can move things. yea. that's life i guess.
I doozed in and out of sleep on the train ride back home round 5:30 am. Watching everyother person sitting on the train nod their head up and down with the force of exhaustion.
I stopped by a 7/11 on the way towards home and picked up very early breakfast. then laughed when i saw someone i knew come back around the same time. I was too sleepy to change or shower. i inhaled my food and passed out elegantly as i woke up later with a fantastic drool puddle by my cheek.
today is Wednesday, today is another concert. woohoo! i can't wait to get out of school....i'm dreading it right now.
whoa, that's what hang overs feel like. you have no motivation, it isn't a real day. If you get anything accomplished you aren't too excited about it. That's what Monday, and Tuesday have felt like. Though i haven't been consuming anything but chicken rice, and friendly exhaust fumes from the buzzing taxis of Tokyo.
So as a continuation from Friday night, there was a lot of money just flying out of my wallet like pigeons. Really ugly 2-D depression inducing pigeons. Clubs are expensive, or at least this one was. The person leading us around had no care in the world where his money was going. Ok sir, with a real job and a salary that is 110% higher than mine because mine is currently negative...so very low, and negative.
2 free drinks at the door not bad,
3000 yen at the door what the fuck.
and this was an all nighter right? how come i couldn't sit on the stupid black square no one was on?
because i wasn't a girl. boohooo.
Aside from that, we met an array of people, stuck up, nice, happy, quiet, fun blah blah blah
did i forget to mention we lost one of our friends in the group?
yes, this person was like a small child. If you turned away, he'd be gone. After losing him and finding him once. We lost him after the next song and just gave up looking for him. We assumed he'd be ok.
And okay super large but super nice secretary guard. I know that you're trying to keep me from ashing on the floor. But you don't have to say すみません (excuse me) and kindly push me with your giant meat hands in the direction of the ash tray.
Although, it was kind of...well nice. His huge hands were still threatening though.
Because, I'm more used to the security guards in America, who will kick you out of the club if your under aged and have a beer, you snatch your cigarette from your hands cause you cant smoke. And no matter how much you beg or cry, they will be an asshole to you. Because that's their job...to be a big asshole that can move things. yea. that's life i guess.
I doozed in and out of sleep on the train ride back home round 5:30 am. Watching everyother person sitting on the train nod their head up and down with the force of exhaustion.
I stopped by a 7/11 on the way towards home and picked up very early breakfast. then laughed when i saw someone i knew come back around the same time. I was too sleepy to change or shower. i inhaled my food and passed out elegantly as i woke up later with a fantastic drool puddle by my cheek.
today is Wednesday, today is another concert. woohoo! i can't wait to get out of school....i'm dreading it right now.
2.19.2012
the booze dance
Saturday was a zombie day.
and for two very good reasons.
free and alcohol.
It was snowing in Shibuya the other night. I immediately regretted my decision of not bringing an umbrella after one was handed to me before i left and i was like "PFFFF i'll be fine" .
fuck my hands were cold, particularly because my blood decides to ignore my extremities until they turn purple and dead. Thanks blood, you asshole.
I was suppose to meet the drummer i hung out with last weekend in Shibuya round 10 and figure out what to do. I coaxed someone else to come along so i wouldn't have to stand and wait around in the middle of shibuya while my phone kept yelling you're out of minutes and need a new card.
Eventually we all met in an Irish pub and im introduced to all the drummer's friends.
then the booze dance started.
pints pints pints, appetizers and pints, appetizers and pints.
(repeat)
and guess what? i was being treated these things. Nice beer? free nice beer?
or freeb for short.
2 girls were there, they decided the snow was so beautiful that they wanted to stand out on the balcony so they can get covered in freezing wet snow. After they came back they were shivering and told us they weren't drunk, they were just so entranced by the heavy flakes of snow. (it really hasn't snowed much in tokyo this year.)
It was also one of their birthdays, so we sung happy birthday in spanish (yes spanish...) while the pints of beer started to fuel my intoxication.
...and after a while the two girls started conversing with some ibm salary men.
only thing i could contribute was my ibm computer from the early 90's that could play frogger and pacman....and pretty much just that.
Now i'll go into detail about the rest of my night some other day because today, i am once again a zombie. surprise!!!
Because i went to karoke, and it was all you can drink for an hour -an alcoholic's buffet table...and the person ordering our drinks either didn't know how to count...or really really wanted to get his money's worth...and well...
if that helps explain things a little better...
so i will now resume hibernation.
-Till next time.
and for two very good reasons.
free and alcohol.
It was snowing in Shibuya the other night. I immediately regretted my decision of not bringing an umbrella after one was handed to me before i left and i was like "PFFFF i'll be fine" .
fuck my hands were cold, particularly because my blood decides to ignore my extremities until they turn purple and dead. Thanks blood, you asshole.
I was suppose to meet the drummer i hung out with last weekend in Shibuya round 10 and figure out what to do. I coaxed someone else to come along so i wouldn't have to stand and wait around in the middle of shibuya while my phone kept yelling you're out of minutes and need a new card.
Eventually we all met in an Irish pub and im introduced to all the drummer's friends.
then the booze dance started.
pints pints pints, appetizers and pints, appetizers and pints.
(repeat)
and guess what? i was being treated these things. Nice beer? free nice beer?
or freeb for short.
2 girls were there, they decided the snow was so beautiful that they wanted to stand out on the balcony so they can get covered in freezing wet snow. After they came back they were shivering and told us they weren't drunk, they were just so entranced by the heavy flakes of snow. (it really hasn't snowed much in tokyo this year.)
It was also one of their birthdays, so we sung happy birthday in spanish (yes spanish...) while the pints of beer started to fuel my intoxication.
...and after a while the two girls started conversing with some ibm salary men.
only thing i could contribute was my ibm computer from the early 90's that could play frogger and pacman....and pretty much just that.
Now i'll go into detail about the rest of my night some other day because today, i am once again a zombie. surprise!!!
Because i went to karoke, and it was all you can drink for an hour -an alcoholic's buffet table...and the person ordering our drinks either didn't know how to count...or really really wanted to get his money's worth...and well...
so i will now resume hibernation.
-Till next time.
2.16.2012
what i emailed my professor today
Professor,
My good friend was very upset about his girlfriend yesterday. I decided to do what good friends do and become his drinking buddy. I only intended to get one drink (i had a pretty long day as well) but the gravity of the situation had called for more. Much of the night entailed of depressed dribble drabble relationship talk. I gave him advice that i could never follow on my own. I also shared my personal experience of punching concrete because of a girl. But then it gave him the idea to start swinging his fists around...I assured him it will just make his hand ache in the morning, if the hangover wasn't strong enough. I told him to punch me in the arm to let out any aggression instead.
To avoid becoming as significant as a sack of potatoes, i changed the subject. "ha, just find another girl" i blurted. So he started confessing himself to contacts on his phone. Not my intention at all. As the alcohol started to consume us our talks went rampid and he started singing karoke. I think he passed out midsong, dropping his glass of water on the floor. We carried him off to bed and i spent the night unable to sleep with something i like to call alcohol induced insomnia. So i drew, a lot. Alcohol loosens the muscles in the hand and brain so everything that is produced flows, glides, and dithers between transitions of insanity while cigarettes became my new drinking buddy. I don't think there are much benefits to smoking aside from the small hope of attaining a rock star voice. Unless, i enjoyed walking from Tamachi station from school and it was the most epic journey i imagined: myself passing out by the entrance and all these salary men stepping on my wheezing corpse.
Needless to say, here i am strung out from exhaustion, typing this story as a sad excuse for missing class today.
See you on Tuesday..
Joe
My good friend was very upset about his girlfriend yesterday. I decided to do what good friends do and become his drinking buddy. I only intended to get one drink (i had a pretty long day as well) but the gravity of the situation had called for more. Much of the night entailed of depressed dribble drabble relationship talk. I gave him advice that i could never follow on my own. I also shared my personal experience of punching concrete because of a girl. But then it gave him the idea to start swinging his fists around...I assured him it will just make his hand ache in the morning, if the hangover wasn't strong enough. I told him to punch me in the arm to let out any aggression instead.
To avoid becoming as significant as a sack of potatoes, i changed the subject. "ha, just find another girl" i blurted. So he started confessing himself to contacts on his phone. Not my intention at all. As the alcohol started to consume us our talks went rampid and he started singing karoke. I think he passed out midsong, dropping his glass of water on the floor. We carried him off to bed and i spent the night unable to sleep with something i like to call alcohol induced insomnia. So i drew, a lot. Alcohol loosens the muscles in the hand and brain so everything that is produced flows, glides, and dithers between transitions of insanity while cigarettes became my new drinking buddy. I don't think there are much benefits to smoking aside from the small hope of attaining a rock star voice. Unless, i enjoyed walking from Tamachi station from school and it was the most epic journey i imagined: myself passing out by the entrance and all these salary men stepping on my wheezing corpse.
Needless to say, here i am strung out from exhaustion, typing this story as a sad excuse for missing class today.
See you on Tuesday..
Joe
2.13.2012
Dancing by the Shinkansen
i don't know why i was holding my ear at the end but ill just say it was part of the dance.
enjoy!
2.12.2012
Stars replaced with lights and signs
ooooh my god my stomach has a giant expanding riceball filled with curry and chips
why have i eaten this much'
so last night was quite the experience, my friend tequila and i went to another concert.
Tequila became the life of the party as it starting whoring itself around the room. It also decided it would be funny if it randomly dropped on my foot as soon as i bought it. I was in pain, but it didn't break!!! wooo~
The concert had all you can eat candy. Someone kept giving me the really odd flavors thinking it would be funny. I don't think regurgitated wasabi flavored taffy is funny. especially if its on your shoes, no?
Anyway, we came to see one band, and they were really friendly. They also really liked tequila so i shared it and watched the reactions of half their faces go like "ITS STRONG" -Except the drummer, who claims that him being puerto rican allows him to drink straight tequila like it was water. We went out drinking with them at this restaurant afterward and decided to wander around Shibuya all night until the trains start back up again at 5 am. We met many friends, especially infront of convenience stores until we were shoo'd out by the manager. I tried to skateboard and failed miserably because it was on a hill. I think i have weak knees.
im slowly getting better at japanese,
but it is very.
very.
slow.
i have to buy more cigarettes, curse all.
-joe
why have i eaten this much'
so last night was quite the experience, my friend tequila and i went to another concert.
Tequila became the life of the party as it starting whoring itself around the room. It also decided it would be funny if it randomly dropped on my foot as soon as i bought it. I was in pain, but it didn't break!!! wooo~
The concert had all you can eat candy. Someone kept giving me the really odd flavors thinking it would be funny. I don't think regurgitated wasabi flavored taffy is funny. especially if its on your shoes, no?
Anyway, we came to see one band, and they were really friendly. They also really liked tequila so i shared it and watched the reactions of half their faces go like "ITS STRONG" -Except the drummer, who claims that him being puerto rican allows him to drink straight tequila like it was water. We went out drinking with them at this restaurant afterward and decided to wander around Shibuya all night until the trains start back up again at 5 am. We met many friends, especially infront of convenience stores until we were shoo'd out by the manager. I tried to skateboard and failed miserably because it was on a hill. I think i have weak knees.
im slowly getting better at japanese,
but it is very.
very.
slow.
i have to buy more cigarettes, curse all.
-joe
2.09.2012
midnight drunk train
ohohoho,
i've been neglecting my fans.
fans: inanimate objects with faces drawn on them
basically im trying to say i'm having a damn good time in Tokyo Japan.
My feet hurt all the time. So i've gone to great lengths to try and hoard the foot massager where i live.
It is still difficult to communicate with people, but hey. A couple drinks and you start speaking japanglish and you can usually meet the other person halfway. I have a constant dumbfounded look on my face when they ask me questions that relay about 1000 words per min, and my japanese brain translator goes at about 2.
The concerts have been like my third lung. As my other two are tarnished with the taste of tobacco. I've been living off the good vibes from the bands that perform. I enjoy the smaller venue atmosphere as you can become friends with people of your genre.
While concerts are fun, they dissolve your money like drain-o and well to be honest i enjoy eating and the thought of new shoes which are starting to tear and show its lovely sock organs. But foods expensive here.
One weeknight i decided to take a trip to Shibuya with a few friends, "oh drinks are cheap" blah blah blah. Being convinced of the sound of a drink that cost less than an equivalent of 7 usd dollars makes you feel like you have much more money than you actually do. Then you find yourself dancing next a crowd of french people and hugging the speaking like it is you soul-mate. Aside from trying to talk and walk down the stairs and completely failing at it. I enjoyed weaving between the busy crossings and train station lines while dancing to my ipod. At that point there was just so many people there they kind of lost an identity. And being buzzed with sounds bites being pile drived into my ear drums helps, enhance that so to say?
you know people have certain modes they fall onto when they drink:
-happy drunk
-so happy they cry drunk
-actually crying drunk because they are sad
-quiet drunk who tries to hide that it infact is really hard to keep whatever they ingested from creating a foul arrangement of voment on the floor and or walls
-angry drunks whose testosterone levels have all accumulated in the head (causing maybe a vein or two to pop out and a nice cherry complextion to fill in their face)
-sloppy drunks whose hands have turned to wet noodles and their joints have been rearranged to the wrong ares of the body
-horny drunks (self explanatory)
-and this list can go on and on, but really.
I'm a dancing drunk.
till next time~
i've been neglecting my fans.
fans: inanimate objects with faces drawn on them
basically im trying to say i'm having a damn good time in Tokyo Japan.
My feet hurt all the time. So i've gone to great lengths to try and hoard the foot massager where i live.
It is still difficult to communicate with people, but hey. A couple drinks and you start speaking japanglish and you can usually meet the other person halfway. I have a constant dumbfounded look on my face when they ask me questions that relay about 1000 words per min, and my japanese brain translator goes at about 2.
The concerts have been like my third lung. As my other two are tarnished with the taste of tobacco. I've been living off the good vibes from the bands that perform. I enjoy the smaller venue atmosphere as you can become friends with people of your genre.
While concerts are fun, they dissolve your money like drain-o and well to be honest i enjoy eating and the thought of new shoes which are starting to tear and show its lovely sock organs. But foods expensive here.
One weeknight i decided to take a trip to Shibuya with a few friends, "oh drinks are cheap" blah blah blah. Being convinced of the sound of a drink that cost less than an equivalent of 7 usd dollars makes you feel like you have much more money than you actually do. Then you find yourself dancing next a crowd of french people and hugging the speaking like it is you soul-mate. Aside from trying to talk and walk down the stairs and completely failing at it. I enjoyed weaving between the busy crossings and train station lines while dancing to my ipod. At that point there was just so many people there they kind of lost an identity. And being buzzed with sounds bites being pile drived into my ear drums helps, enhance that so to say?
you know people have certain modes they fall onto when they drink:
-happy drunk
-so happy they cry drunk
-actually crying drunk because they are sad
-quiet drunk who tries to hide that it infact is really hard to keep whatever they ingested from creating a foul arrangement of voment on the floor and or walls
-angry drunks whose testosterone levels have all accumulated in the head (causing maybe a vein or two to pop out and a nice cherry complextion to fill in their face)
-sloppy drunks whose hands have turned to wet noodles and their joints have been rearranged to the wrong ares of the body
-horny drunks (self explanatory)
-and this list can go on and on, but really.
I'm a dancing drunk.
till next time~
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