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Dream tornado

8:50am 8 July 2008

On a farm / ranch, walking along a trench cut in the ground about six feet deep where the cattle were all penned, we were walking along this trench in an exploration type manner and I noticed the far-away clouds included a tornado. I knew the tornado was there before I actually saw it and then I saw another. They were impressive to watch, but too dangerous to do nothing else, so we ran back along the trench running running for perhaps a few minutes, long enough that we had to stop to rest a bit and then running some more and I noticed I was running like a primate, almost half my steps were with my front two feet / hands, pulling me forward just a bit faster than only with my feet.

We got back to the house and the cattle were all in the trench, and I asked dad if he wanted to release them. He said he would lead them to a tree, but that most of them would choose to stay in the trench. I went into the house as he led a few of them up to ground level, and I watched the tornado coming, and could hear its rumbling growl. I wondered if it wouldn't be safer to duck down into the trench, cause I didn't know any cellars in the house, and the house itself was certainly no match for this size tornado. I noticed the gas heater was on, so we should turn that off, but not just at the wall, but at the entry to the house, but I didn't know where that was.

then my alarm buzzed. dang.

Guess who's upstairs! (hint: Travis)

12:15pm JST Tuesday 8 July 2008 (day 13985)

Just chatted with Travis a bit; he works upstairs in this building!! Wowowow that's so awesomely synchronistic!

He told me he's going to climb Mt Fuji this weekend, and I'd totally love to go.

Then he told me Megumi is going as well.

AAaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Super dooper

2:07pm JST Tuesday 8 July 2008 (day 13985)

Got some great codin' going on today. Just about finished with this menu copying stuff, which recreates in a better way the menu creation stuff as well. Sweet.

train home

12:38am JST Wednesday 9 July 2008 (day 13986)

Tonight was Jalal's second to last night in Japan, so we went out for drinks. I wasn't really keen to go because of the likely cost and tiredness Id incur, but when some fun girls showed up (and one was like, "I'm only here cause I give good head," ) I was like, "aigh I'll go.

Turns out she not only jokes a lot about giving head and dyking around, she's got some good insight on political issues of the world, and therefore wants to get out of Japan where most people know nothing. She's aiming towards a few cities in Europe this summer to see if she can get work. I imagine she can with such a genki personality.

They went to the next door location.

Oh, I should mention that the lights went out in the restaurant about 10 times (not joking) during our evening, and they were going to give 500 yen off (16%, but due to an extra sob story by our funny girl, they knocked off another 500 yen for a nice 33% off, so we got the food and drinks for a special low price.

(it's a word problem to calculate the amount we paid)

Anyway, they went next door for round two, and I headed home, whereupon I called Ami cause she asked me to call her and she asked about tomorrow's schedule, which is fair enough, but hen she asked about today's journal, which is not my favorite conversation n the world. In fact, it ranks right down there among the worst conversations I can have, right along with other bad conversations of which I can't imagine right now.

Anyway, it went on for a while, during which I stopped to breathe, during which time a prostitute ame up to me all, "hey cute cow!" cause I wear U-cow on my chest and I handed him to her cause it's sure more interesting to flirt with a new girl and to fight with an old girl, so I was like, "Ami, if you wanna talk about this, call me back" cause I sure didn't want to pay to have my least favorite conversation in the world.

I got the cow back from the girl who informed me that we could spend just an hour for 10,000 yen, and I was like, "no way am I payin' you anything," which is not necessarily true, but no way am I paying her for the services I imagined she intended to offer: romp and rob my wallet when I'm passed out.

Anyway I got Cow back, and wondered if Ami would call me, so I just tersely was like, "call me" and she called me back and we talked for twenty-seven minutes while I stood wathing train after train leave Shibuya for my house. Yes what a victim mentality.

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dammit. I've been writing for a while without looking and it all was in Japanese mode. fuck fuck fuck

I was just saying what a screwup I am, but hope to eventually do something useful, so I write in my diary so people can see what a screwup I am, and if later I do something useful, then it will be inspiring or something.

BUT my point is don't ready my diary and then bitch at me about it. Just stop fucking reading it if you don't like it. It's not like I bitch at you about what you write in your diary because probably you don't write a diary, and if you do it's probably not online, and if it is, I probably don't read it because I read like 5 entries per year total of all my friends combined, and I sure as hell don't bitch about what they write.

man I'm in a pissed off mood.

And to think this is the second day or so that I've been reading Earth, the second book in the Bringers Of The Dawn series about Pleidians helping save humans from themselves.

11:39am JST Wednesday 9 July 2008 (day 13986)

Aight; it's the next morning, and I'm feeling quite better, though I imagine I'd like to chat with Ami a bit more, and own my reactions to her requests.. this triggers a lot of the same issues as with Hitomi: difficulty communicating across languages, even more difficult over cell phone, whining about my journal.

But that's not why I'm writing. I'm curious about readers of my journal. Do you keep a journal? Is it online? Do these issues happen for you?

（のティンg間べ土ね）案dイあs家dア未とw里て土wん手ぇルレsシェ‘sスッゲs賃gベカ失せ、イン
myリッtれ峰、テェy丼tレアッlあっdウp哥っれctly。イ‘dスッゲstドんtレアdmyヂアryウェンあtをrk、オRドん
tをっry亜棒tウァt用レアd員my痔あry。イ目案四t、イ’ヴェゴッティsオンリねベア失せ井間tyぺファstrテャン
井間w里て；イ＜えm＞今木ね・井tウィっlらstロンゲrオンリね（テョウghテェレ‘s背r対lyの背r隊んty員テャ
t）部tあl祖か失せイはヴェあ背cれtで知れテャtイ’っlベコメ染め尾根尾f位m歩rt、案d祖イ‘mwリチンgあっl
ティssツッfのw祖ペオpれ案べり家、’段gへ輪sあレアlyscレウp”案d位tをウldべ祖r田員sピリンgフォrアニョ
     stuff now beopre beri ie  ghe sarealyscreup iediwouldbe rtasbiringhuoranyo
ねウォはsイデアsおfベコ民gテェイrべstヴェr氏音尾f手ぇm背lヴェs。scレウp位sフィね；寿stke
neuohasideasofbeko gteeirbestversion of themselves.  screwup