tequila dreams and frosted flakes

Yasumi (vacation) has been treating me with nothing but free time.
which is cool if you have money or a job.
i have neither.


Here is my weekly schedule so far:

Monday:
Wake up at 4pm
Eat some Gyudon (beef and rice)
take my vitamins...i just started again for fear of losing my hair due to my horrible diet. ha
smoke a cigarette.
watch very strange Japanese movies
smoke.

Tuesday:
Still watching more movies
go to sleep at 10 am.
wake up at 5pm.
go grocery shopping
eat frosted flakes
take my vitamins (there is like 6 i take...why?  BECAUSE THEY COME IN LITTLE PACKS)
smoke.
cook dinner --which was friggen awesome...should have taken a picture
smoke.
watch more movies.
look for a job.
smoke.
type this blog while eating more cereal.


My life currently is like a pothead without the weed.

But fantastically, last week was so much better.

i did all sorts of things,
like ingest many free tequila shots purchased by a good friend.
woo!
and then dance on stage (not that kind of stage)
while he was performing
his songs.

The night spawned a dancing circle in the audience
As we sent random Japanese people as tribute for our sacrificial ceremony and forced them to dance for everyone's entertainment.
some were shy, and danced like they lost movement in their elbows and knees.
yet others...others could actually dance.
One of them reminded me of an electric toothbrush.  for some odd reason.
I think i was drunk.

Afterwards i got on the wrong train to no man's land; wiping the window fog to see the beautifully displayed tunnels of unfamiliarity i was going through.  Luckily, it stopped
(after a mild panic revealing subtle sweat marks under my arms)
--one station past my own....but took about 30 min extra to get there...

I tried to sleep, but failed.  and this is why i have been waking up at about 4pm everyday afterward.
I've become a night owl, trying to preoccupy my curious mind with simple objects.
like my wall.
my bed.
and my frosted flakes.

If you want to talk to me in the real world.  Im generally always up so feel free to talk to me anytime!
unless you want to collect my eyelids or some weird shit like that.

-jaa ne

A little flicker of home

I just woke up, and in my hometown, that would be normal.  Except it is the equivalent of 8:00 pm here.  This is because in honor of my 21st birthday celebration  a concert was the plan to perpetuate the drunken harmonics of sound.

Firstly, we saw a few bands from Okinawa.  My first impression was, holy shit they remind me so much of home.  The music scene ranged from similarities with So Cal' punk, to New Jersey Ska styled licks.  It was a pretty homely feeling, especially when seeing a bunch of people skanking in the middle of Shibuya Japan, it brings back memories of New Jersey.  The venue, branded "Milky Way"  was very laid back and people would jump all over the stage dancing (one song had a hilarious choreographed dance that the crowd all knew) and they even managed to crowd surf despite the size of the venue (which is small).  There were times where multiple people would sandwich each other and they'd be carried into the crowd like some mangled mutant being.  My friend was able to converse around but i just smoked cigarettes to pass my awkward language alienation.  Though, i thought it was funny when i tried to reach in between to guys to get to the ash tray and they other one jumped 30 feet away because it scared him.

Initially our plans to meet up with many people after this concert to go somewhere till the trains started back up again around 5 am.  Yet,  everyone backed out, or just didn't respond.  HELL WITH YOU GUYS, you are now the enemy.

we had great fucking night anyway, and decided to go off to another concert where our friends were playing at.  Yea, we concert hopped all the way to Shinkjuku to see our good ole' friends Hate no Hate and a little liquor.  One of the drummers bought us curry and the guitarist tried to give us a discount, ahh, they are so good to us!!  We love them!

 This being an all night concert it was very laxed, very chill with an awesome awesome range of music.  I was surprised how good all the bands were and the crowd was just as crazy as the last one.  The band that was playing when we walked in sang a lot of English lyrics, it was very nostalgic for me and they were a pretty fucking good band in my opinion too.

I was approached by a foreigner, he asked me in japanese, if i well...spoke japanese, and his accent was obviously not Japanese.  So i just responded in English and we chatted for a while. He was very drunk, and from Australia, takes pictures of one band that was playing tonight.  He tried to get with 2 Japanese girls, and for a while he had one under each arm and was dancing obstructively in front of us.   Then he ditched one of them and tried to make a move to the other but was flat out rejected many a time, ha ha.  The ditched girl was very lost and confused looking.  After rejection he passed out leaning on the wall.  His expression read like his brain stopped functioning and he had 1 little brain cell chugging along all the neuron tubes. Eventually that brain cell got tired and he fell to the ground, i was surprised he managed to stay standing for that long.  The other girl that he ditched came to his rescue with some tea, and he immediately passed out on her shoulder.  After regaining the ability to walk, he tried to take her outside.  He failed as you may have thought.

My one question is,  why was this one fellow in biker shorts  walking around hitting things with drum sticks all night?

Liver tastes like a meat flavored dish sponge

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.

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