JET 102

Ok so I really need to get internet cuz I wanted wanted and wanted to blog for the past three days and as soon as I touched these lickable keyboards again in the oh so magnificent kiryu internet cafe, I just lost the will to. Or maybe it was because I got those complitments on the comments area and I made the indulging mistake of looking at them first.

I need to get in the mood... Oh yea so the three of us had the JET returners conference at Shinjuku and we stayed at the 5star or not so 5star Keio Plaza Hotel. Guess who we saw. No really guess. Hey is that? Then Allison yells in my ear "Oh My God!! it's Danny Habuki!!!" what? "Hiii guyyys, I soo Timosee (and was just about to avoid you all until Allison horned me in)." We small talk with the president of our university and make him talk to Rumiko on Allie's cellphone, while my ALT friend Jeff stands by in shock and confusion; not just at our president, but at the way Tim is acting.

We say goodbye to Habuki and we start our night out. As Tokyo smog sticks to my bodice Allison, Rumiko, Tim, and I walk towards Indian curry and nan. The food takes an hour to come out because every other JET is there also. But, it was all good cuz it created the opportune time to start a global citizen dialogue. So we talked about the Komeito Party, plastic poisoning, balance, Tim's mother chanting to sleep with David Bowie (and actually did), Bush, ignorance, Kehlen, and of course enzymes that break down carrots in Japan, well... Allison and Tim talked about those things anyway...

Overall I had fun at the conference, there were two beds and two people in my room which was good, but i was afraid Ryo might come over and sleep next to my roommate for lack of space... I also had the pleasure of having Mexican food, but the best part of the meal was the awesome Mariachi band singing 'La Vida es Carnival,' and 'Besa me.' The worst part was the artsy movie silently playing in the background, occasionally showing blood, death, and girls on toilet seats without pants.

Well keepin' it short since I think I might have given Andy glaucoma from my last blog. I expect I will not have much inspiration to write a blog from now on anyway since my sole source of inspiration is actually being with you guys. I enjoy our unspokens and our particular argot, taintful as it may be. Well I'm off to Korea next week.

ps. For some reason I think Sinan would marry me if I asked him to.