well, i think i've said it before, but i kind of can't get past it. i went to my local video store (to check out 7:00am to 11:00am of 24) and when i was checking out the woman said, "Arigatoo Sensei" which translates to "Thank You, Teacher." i was a little thrown off so i chuckled about it. i mean... i'm on the same level as Mr. Miyagi. that's a little bewildering. except with a little less karate. its all because i'm a "teacher" and this culture still values that... rather, it either values teachers or is extremely suspicious of them because they are funded by public money. either way, it will never cease to amaze me that i get called teacher in simple, everyday places.
i've also realized that i'm single. i've wanted to go for awhile to my favorite restaurant in Supertown, but i never really had anyone to go with. so i knew the day would come when i went alone... i intentionally did it tonight. and it dawned on me that i've been posing for awhile with my friends. i'm single (ladies take note!). but seriously, i kind of realized there's going to be a point in my life where i have to do what single guys do... they go eat at restaurants by themselves. i guess i'm just relating to the common man. i know it sounds depressing, but don't worry about me... i think its something i had to learn while i was here. zang!
i think every time i say "i'll post on it later" the post gets lost in this vaccuum of mentioned but not explained things... however! this one made it back.
what i'm watchin' these days
aside from bizzarre japanese television, i've recently been turned on (pun) to the fox tv drama 24. this is a great show. its on DVD now. but our video store only has up to the 11th hour on the first day (season one) and on the states they're in season three (a third day). i like this drama. a season is 24 episodes which take place, real time, over one day's events. exciting. check it out if you haven't. ok. bye.
i have climbed... many mountains... i have walked... through the fields... today was like any other weekend day, i climbed a mountain. but this one was different. it was more special because it was my mountain, as in the one i see everyday when i walk outside my house... that's so nice to say! when i walk out of my house every morning, i see a mountain. nice i say! its only a small mountain, maybe 100m-200m tall, but i don't know because i don't speak "metric". well, on the way home from church this morning i took a closer look at my mountain and saw some sort of building at the top of it... challenge! i had try to find a trail up the mountain before, but to my dismay, i couldn't find a trail... but it was right under my nose...
for a long time when people ask me where i live they say, "oh, by a lake?" and i reply, "um...it's by a driving range." turns out that these two are one in the same! the driving range is really a two hundred meter pond that people hit golfballs (that float for some reason - every ball i've hit in the water has sunk like a brick). so, i do live by a lake!
i rounded said lake and snuck into the woods and chased a lot of different trails and found only small family graveyards that hugged the bottom of the mountain. defeated i began to head back and i saw out of the corner of my eye a small trail that jetted up my mountain. with the vigor of a gazzelle i lunged up the mountain!
there's this feeling when you get to the top of a hill, its like "this is it!" and the adrenaline gets running. it was quite Raiders of the Lost Ark when i got to the top [see above]. i crept around the side of the castle like structure and along the one-foot wide path. atop the wall of the structure i was greeted by a barbed wire chain link fence. i tried to navigate around the fence but was stopped by the brush... only option to have more fun: to hop the fence. so i Indiana'd my way around the wall to apart of the fence that didn't have barbwire (why do they make it so easy sometimes). then i hopped the fence and climbed up a ladder that was attached to the structure. atop this building atop my mountain i was impressed by the site of my city. i could see the castle (now a mini-mini-castle) from where i was standing...i also saw bigger mountains... ones i hope to climb soon!
CAUTION: TRESSPASSING IS A CRIME. YOU COULD BE SHOT. that is all. i fought the law, and i won.
what i wonder is this: how does japan get a freaking building like this on top of a mountain!? it's creepy. modern (since the invention of PVC piping) but how did they get this thing up there. helicopter? did they bulldoze a road for mixing trucks to get up then shape the mountain back down and replant trees? who knows really. whatever it is, and whatever that building's purpose is still remains a mystery. there was door that i could go into, but i didn't want stumble across a family of rabid monkeys, activate a missile silo or anything, upset a viloceraptor. a lot of countryside japan looks like Jurrasic Park.. and i'm not the only one who thinks this. so.. its a mystery, but there's a small fortified compound atop my mountain that is overgrown with foliage. hmm.. maybe i'll name it mystery mountain..
until next post! have a nice day!
so in keeping with the request and dedication theme of this current blogging spree i present, with out much further ado...
A Story About Beavis and Butthead
when i was about 13-14 years old or so, i was a big fan of Beavis and Butthead. i was MTV-ophile. it got to to the point where 10% of my speech was original dialogue, and the other 90% were recycled quotes from Beavis and Butthead episodes. i could probably quote episodes in their entirety. that's probably where i learned all of my eighties hair band knowledge... as i'd chant along "SUCK! SUCK! SUCK!"
well it got really bad. but of course to me it was really cool. one time, and dad will remember, but beavis and butthead infested one family vacation. we quoted so much beavis and butthead that my dad was pretty irate... mainly because we'd say "this sux and stuff" all the time. we were really whining. well it got to the point where dad got us to play a family game we called "monkey up the flag pole" which is a version of "the first one to talk loses" (and becomes said monkey up said flagpole). well, we played, for money i think. my step-brother marcus, poor guy, ended up losing. his forced silence caused him to be more succeptible to the twists and turns of the Rudi Resevoir Rd. he ended up vomiting all over the inside of the car. classic! insert wayne and garth quotes about vomiting. funny.
there you go sean, i hope that worked for you. i still retain much of my beavis and buttheadisms... but when you watch them now, they're not quite as funny. but i've moved on to king of the hill. which is equally hilarious and i can do "Bobby!" all day long. !viva miguel juez!
i'm feeling better now. thank goodness. also, on tuesday i went through the whole first period class with my fly down. pretty funny.. in the humiliating sort of way.
we all know these things suck. but sometimes you have to be on them, right? like for a job or something. maybe the most annoying thing is when there someone will set up a mass mail out and then make corrections or additions after they send out the email to the hundreds of people on the list. to that person they just wrote 3 or 4 little emails. but in reality he wrote x (number of emails) times y (number of people on the list). too much and the internet doesn't deserv such disregard. listserv emails should be scrutinized for errors and accuracy. stop wasting people time. well, those are my thoughts on that until i have to correct some email i send over a listserv. hypocrisy!
the status on my health
i'm sick again. it sucks. i feel like i'm walking through a swamp in my head. bummer. i think its because the temperature has dropped and i sit and freeze every night. whatever the cause, i'm not feeling super well. maybe tomorrow will be a sick day. yay. where's the bucket?
a story about kittens
when i was in junior high my friend jake got a new cat. actually his mom got it i think. this cat's name was Zima, yes, after the beverage. it wasn't such a smart cat. at first it was a normal, you know, cuddly. but then it sort of lost its wits. first, the eyes started to cross. cute on a kitten, but sort of a bit awkward on a full grown cat. then the running started. this kitty, for no reason, would just begin to sprint around the house; up and down stairs, over furniture and running into walls. the cat kind of lost it. when i'd stay the night there on the pull-out couch we'd here a little pitter-patter then BLAM! LIKE A FLASH OF LIGHTNING! this cat would soar over the bed only making contact with my -you know where-. i liked this cat... but we'd occasionally duct tape its feet up and laugh about how stupid the cat was... it was so funny how it walked backwards or in circles with the tape on its feet. ha ha ha. now i know this story about a kitty turned into a story of animal abuse, but i was young... you ask, i tell!
