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Before orientation

4:20am JST Monday 31 March 2003

Erg. I can barely sleep. I keep waking up wondering if I'm late. I woulda guessed it's 7am.

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Dream

6:24am JST Monday 31 March 2003

Riding around with Ryan McCarthy in his little car, we were reminiscing about old times living and playing at the Bibby's house. About making toy paper B-52 bombers of various sizes, and sometimes making two in a row cause all we had was time to do anything we wanted. "Oh and remember that one where we added all the extra plastic and gum and shit on it? It was so loaded down it was huge - it could fly about this fast" I showed him by moving my hand as through molasses. "Yeah it was like a Logan" and I'm like "??? She was not a big girl. She was tall but not big."

And we were way up in this telephone pole type thing after having parked near a favorite food store of his. Some stools were slightly in the way in the street below us, like little 1 foot tall bar stools. We were yammering and laughing and a car below was all wanting to get through, and had plenty of room, but was being all cautious and stuff. We waved this person on through and she got through but the next car was just as slow and finally made it through. The next car with an asian woman driving and her asian friend and two poodles in the car was driving quite aggressively right on the bumper of the second car and when the second car got through the asian driver started knocking over the stools like in a pissed off manner, then turned into the parking lot and ripped around the circle and back to the stools and crashed through more of them more aggressively this time. She parked all askew in front of someone's house and got out all normal like, "will our car be okay there?"

It was Catherine Nguyen, but she didn't recognize me.

"Um, we don't own that property; we can't give you permission to park there."

"Well where did you park?"

We told her and then she looked snootily over at the idea of moving her car somewhere.

"But you'll watch it won't you?"

"We're just about to leave, but good luck."

"You know what, fuck 'em," referring to the owner of the property in front of which she had parked.

"Yeah, that's just like what the Russians said," said Ryan, making some political reference that I didn't get.

She got it and laughed, "Oh haha I bet you're a real jerk."

"I'm as good as they come," he retorted.

And I'm thinking 'dammn how can they practically seem to like each other by being so viscious?' but I knew it was all somehow a game they were playing.

She and her friend walked away and Ryan and I climbed down to make good on our promise to leave and not watch her car. I kept thinking to myself, "man that girl is hot."

Then I was like, "oh shit I wonder if I'm late?" and we checked the clock which kept calculating the time like a scale when someone first steps on it and the wheel goes back and forth as it centers on the weight. It never got past 8pm. So I figured I was okay, but then I slowly realized I was dreaming and Matty would have woken me up anyway. Whew.

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Late for orientation

10:04am JST Monday 31 March 2003

Looks like I'll be a bit late for orientation. But Frank said his didn't start until 35 minutes after the specified time. Matty said his did start on time.

Both of them indicated that Nova peeps would be quite forgiving on this first official adventure on the rail system, so I'm not too worried. Next stop is mine. Well, next stop is where I transfer to a new train for 7 minute ride, then 10 minute walk to get to the orientation by 10:15am to be on time.

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Too hot for the hottub

12:48pm JST Monday 31 March 2003

You know those little fresh breath strips that melt on the tongue? Well I pulled out my little pack and found that all the remaining strips were fused together. It had been nearly full.

Meh.

I popped them all in my mouth.

WHooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Now that's hot!

I'm in orientation now; we're filling out lotsa paperwork and stuff on Japanese forms, with careful instructions including a new way to calculate our birthdates. My Japanese birthday is year 45 of the previous emporer's reign, March 25. Of course if I knew the name of the previous emporer, then I'd say his name. 1/2 penance point for me.

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zzzz

11:33pm JST Monday 31 March 2003

Tiiiiired.

Janelle looks a lot like woman from Something about Mary. DAmn that's how tired I am; I can't think of her name.

We got phones after work. I have a phone now. I don't have the number memorized, and it's way across the room so I'm not going to get it now.

The phone has a camera on it and so many features that I couldn't even figure out how to save names on it, nor even how to make a phone call! Now I know why Frank was all, "I just want one fuckin' feature on my phone: ring."

Frank helped me save names on it.

Got home, Matty, Frank and I went to Miho's restaurant. Miho is the name of a waitress who speaks pretty good English, has a great smile, and is quite friendly. I don't know the actual name of the restaurant, but they just call it Miho's cause of her. We got a pile of food for 1600 yen each. Frank could tell all the different types; I'm too tried to fuck with it now.

I'm to work for the next year in Kawasaki, about a 30 minute train ride from where we live. It's apparently a red light district, so maybe I can soon confirm the existence of vending machines with used girls' panties for sale. I wonder how a red light district might affect my addiction.

We stopped by DVD/CD rental place and they're watching a DVD now. I fell flat fucking asleep on my bed in my clothes until Frank hollered at me to see if I want to watch the movie with them.

Cameron Diaz!

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