よろしく。

      This is a picture of some of the graffiti on the way from my dorm to the station, reminding everyone, "you shoud to vote!" Things here are pretty peachy. I am completely moved in to my dorm and its pretty nice, the dorm manager always wears a very sporty denim vest. The other guys in the dorm are pretty cool, I only talk to two of the other Japanese kids who live in the dorm but they are solid guys i.e. not the regular Kanda ball less fair, I watched the Japan vs. Buran game with them last night. I've never heard of Buran before but they suck, they lost because they scored a goal on themselves. The wine that I brought as gifts I keep forgetting to give out and I have had a strong urge to just drink them myself which is probably going to happen.
      I am in level 2 but my class level is a little retarded because its mostly shit we did last semester but I suck so しょがないね, I have to take the placement test anyways so maybe I will be able to move up but I don't really know so, I have gotten rusty from even my most modest skills I had prior, meaning if you take very little and cut it in half you got even less. Everything has been pretty smooth so far except for one fucking piece of shit that has been a bane on my life here in Japan so far. Unfortunately it is cellphone sales persons. Last semester the AU suits just showed up at our programs door and handed out phones like candy. This year we gotta get them on our own. I figured at first this would be better since I know exactly which phone I want. The downside is I hauled out to akihabara and no one would sell me any phone, for some reason they need my damn alien registration card but that takes about a month to get, so I found the office in funabashi city headed over there and got all the paper work through for my card I will take all the paper work back with me tomorrow probably to akihabara and get me my freakin phone. If it doesn't work, then I will just take all my shit to one of those small station shops and get raped on the price but get my damn phone without all the b.s. Either way I should have my phone by tomorrow, and it should be sweet, and then my expeditions can begin again without me having to ditch everyone else. Oh and to end on a positive note Matsuya's are still fuckin awesome, I love me a good beef rice.

Another 4 months of this shit.

      So I was surprised that when I got on my plane yesterday I was going through a complete mental deja vu. I was thinking the exact same thing I had been thinking months before getting on to a similar plane to a similar location. "How the hell did I swing this. This is the greatest con of all times." I just couldn't help but actually laugh out loud to myself, because the absurdity is just so strong. Then I snapped out of it by an 11 hour United flight. Let me just say the main difference between flying ANA, a Japanese airline, and United, an American airline. The stewardesses' for United are ugly, they are mean, and they are ugly. The food is heated trash, mixed in with some fresh fruits and vegetables to lull you into a false sense of tastiness. No games, no personal screens, but beyond all that, not that bad. The division of my flight time: 2 hours reading, half hour eating, 7 hours playing Final Fantasy Tactics (thanks Paulo), half hour eating, one hour reading, landing in Nihon. Not a bad flight but I was practically blind after that GBA binge, natural sunlight was my enemy.
      I am making this an extra long post today since I have not posted in a good amount of time, plus I fixed the commenting (thanks Anth for the referral to haloscan), plus I didn't want to leave the area tonight because I wanna try to study a little and I might randomly collapse due to jet lag if it catches up to me.
      Anyway I got my bags, walked by the customs agent, sent my bags to my dorm, hopped on the train and headed to my new home. Saw some crazy dude opening windows and yelling, saw everyone else ignoring him like he didn't exist, knew I was definitely back in Japan, coated in a warm feeling, was brought back to reality by the screeching, arrived at Higashi Funabashi eki. SO, I knew how to get to my dorm, knew the address, but did not think ahead enough to get directions from the station to the dorm so I decided the best course of action would be to take a taxi. Now I knew the dorm was only five minutes away from the station so it shouldn't be too big of an expense. The taxi driver of course had no idea where the address was, couldn't find it in his book and when he called the dispatch they were equally as clueless even though this is directly in their area of nightly work. Eventually I give them the number and they call the dorm manager, five minutes later and sen en lighter I arrived. Pictured above is the front door of this fine and proud housing institution (more on this place in later posts)I was greeted at the door by the Gaijin Sararymanu himself, Seth. Was great him again and some of the other guys, some rockstars though not so much...
      Well that leads me to know, I am settled ready for tomorrow now all I have to do is remember some Japanese (its almost all muddled up or gone) and learn some new stuff so I can go out and see the world again. I am equipped with a new list of random spots, events, esoteric museums, and what have yous to explore and lots of city with which I am looking forward to getting reacquainted. Now I am full on onigiri, inari, and royal milk tea ending this post now before it gets anymore out of hand.