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.