Entries this day: Dreams Hay_fever Lesson Neko zz_attrition

Dreams

9:44am JST Friday 11 March 2005

I was in McDonald's, which advertised they not only served food, but served smiles as part of their fare. I wanted to sit over to the right somewhere (probably a cute girl or something) but when I received my order, I also got a seating assignment. Seat number 54, and the woman said, "it's over here ," gesturing to the left, "it will be your first empty seat on the right."

I was a bit upset that I couldn't choose a seat, but I had to admit it was a cool customer servie add-on for me to not have to go wandering around the restaurant with a tray full of food looking for a place to eat.

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I was startled to near wakefulness by a squeaky alarm. Like a whistle with a fan inside it that makes it go shhweeeeewww. I thought it was a strange alarm noise.

Turned out it was my nose. Dry air made my buggers into a fan inside my nose or something.

Hay fever

9:51am JST Friday 11 March 2005

One thing that I find interesting: my students this time of year are like, "do you have allergies?" (using the Japanese pronunciation of "alugee" and I'm like, "not recently" and they go on to say that this is the prime time for allergies in Japan, and I see lots of Japanese wearing masks designed to stop allergens and many Japanesse with snotty noses, but(!), though my nose seems perpetually ready for a good day of gooshing snot everywhere, this season in Japan does not adversely affect my allergy response.

this is the third time for me to be in Japan during this season. No problems all three times. (I specifically remember when I arrived I was pleased that my nose wasn't snotty at all.) (I don't specifcaly remember last year; I'm just making a wild assumption.)

Lesson

9:56am JST Friday 11 March 2005

Headed to Japanese lesson now. Ayana said she would print the Japanese journal entires I've written online here. There's not a million of them, but enough that I don't think we'll be able to read them all in one lesson.

I considered making a "printable version" of my journal, but decided against it; I don't have the specs in my head yet. (Should I allow more than one day at a time?)

11:49am

Wow; the lesson seemed longer than it was. Maybe.

I read and Ayana made corrections to the three pages i wrote last night and two pages worth of journal entries. Some of my more complicated grammar forms are surprisingly correct. Wow.

Neko

11:54am JST Friday 11 March 2005

Hitomi called me after the lesson and apologized for having called me so late last night. She said she doesn't remember the phone calls cause she had been drinking so much.

Funny: Hitomi's English was much better while she was drunk, to the point that I couldn't tell it was her talking; I thought one of her friends was using her phone. She laughed a lot when I told her.

zz attrition

2:16am JST Saturday 12 March 2005

I felt bad for Hitomi having waited for an hour for me to finish work; she says I told her 10pm as a finish time. Well, I meant 11.

Last lesson was with Kyoko. She's one of my favorite students and she chose me for two lessons today; our last two lessons together. The first was for her level-up test, and she got 82% on it so I told her she needed to review.

She took it in stride, and I made some flash cards for her, with tender loving care.

But that's not why I'm writing.

I was hugging on Hitomi to give her warmth.

We got to my room and, though I was checking email, I was hugging on her and giving her kisses.

In return I got bites on the cheek. Hard bites that hurt.

What's wrong?

_ ____ ___ _______ ___ _____ ____ __ _______ ___ _ _____ ____ ___ __ ____ _____ ____ ___ _____ __ _____.

I thought about it and recognized she was right. So I wrote to Sally and told her that she could not stay in my room while she's here; it wouldn't be respectful to either woman.

I then recognized that I could no longer sleep with Hitomi; I haven't been respectful of her even so, so I need to not just use her for sex. I told her this and she was like, "okay."

wtf? Don't you even care a little bit? Apparently not.

What's even more, she was like, "feel free to hook it up with Sally [if that's your decision]."

Oh my holy catfish, Batman; this is wack.

Now there are apologies coming my way. I don't understand this shit at all.

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I am so adamant about not letting anyone in that I just can't say how much I am that. But the apologies are throwing me for a loop. What a fucked up fucking Fucky McFuckerson.