| Japan Trip Notes - final |
[Jun. 3rd, 2007|10:19 am] |
Bah, I leave today. That kinda sucks majorly. Osaka was great, even though I didn't do anything but hang out in the park with performing artists (the salaryman who came every night to practice his trumpet because his wife would get mad at him for playing in the house was particularly hilarious). And all around the world homeless guys are more talented than the new pop artist of the week, which says a lot about the state of the world.
The reason I didn't do much is because my feet were (and still are) killing me, so the second day in Osaka I went to see back to back movies. Pirates of the Caribbean 3 (I didn't know what the heck was going on for that entire film, what a mess), Spiderman 3 (seeing Tobey Maguire try to look cool is definitely worth 10 bucks, come on now), The Reaping (lol), and Babel, which was good, I think - I can't read Japanese subtitles fast enough to keep up.
After Osaka I went to Mount Koya, which was quiet and nice, it was good to meet some small town folk again. Morning prayer at 6:00 though? ちょっと...
Back to Tokyo. Hung out at my hostel for most of the time. Way too many English people here, so I always slip back into the embarrassing accent. Partied with some drunk Irish guys, and some Australian people who ranted the whole evening about Americans. Was hit on by a pretty nice looking Frenchman and...
actually that's about it, because I ran out of money. Thank you used doujinshi shop in Ikebukuro. Ikebukuro is my new favourite place to be, I think. Or would be, were I not leaving.
It will be good to be back, though. I'm tired of packing all this luggage around. |
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| Kyoto |
[May. 27th, 2007|08:41 pm] |
In 5 days I did:
Fushimi-Inari Taisha, Todaiji, Shiga Naoya's house, Kitano Tenmangu, Nijo-jo, Kinkakuji, Sanjusangendo, Kitano Tenmangu *again* for the flea market, Heian Shrine, Ginkakuji, Honnoji, the Genji costume museum, Kyoto National museum, Kurama, and Himeji.
As interesting as some of those sights were, the best part about being here is talking to random people. Case in point: sick with a cold and high fever, I go to mount Kurama at 3:00 in the afternoon, determined not to let the rainy day ruin my plans. At about 4:00 when I'm halfway up the mountain path, it *really* starts to pour. Shoes full of water, not a spot of dry clothing even with the umbrella...obviously the only person at that time bothering to hike this mountain and look for that ONE DAMN ELUSIVE AND NOT-WELL-LABELED well that Yoshitsune supposedly drank from one time in his legendary life.
I head back at about 5:00, stopping to see if any of the souvenir stores are still open. Only one was, and I ended up having a delightful conversation in Japanese with the clerk that went something like:
Me: "I love Yoshitsune sooo much."
Lady: "Me too!"
Me: "I wrote a final paper about the Gikeiki for Japanese literature class."
Lady: "Wow, you probably know more than I do!"
Me: "No, not at all. I know nothing. But I do love reading about Yoshitsune!"
Lady: "You know, I collect Yoshitsune pictures. Want to see my back room?"
Me: "OMG Totally! Wow, you have so many!"
Lady: "This is my favourite picture. NHK had a drama series a couple years back about Yoshitsune."
Me: "He's so good looking!"
Lady: "It's from a calendar and a bit old and beat up, but you can have it."
Me: "NO WAY! Really?! YAY!"
Lady: "Why don't you stay for tea while I close down?"
Our tea turned into three hours of talk. Actually, talking to people is very easy if you show you speak a little Japanese. Along with meeting very interesting folk, I've received lots of random gifts this way. I love gifts. :D
Anyway, back to the Kurama story. After tea I figure, 'it's pretty late at night, and I wouldn't want to miss the last train home'. So I head back to the train station, only to finally see the small sign that says the last train is at 4:30 in the afternoon.
What is this Tengu mischief?! 4:30?! Obviously I missed the last train by more than a few hours. But that's okay, a few minutes asking around and waving at random cars (not that there were many random cars since it was pretty deserted...) I found a really nice couple who took me back to Kyoto. The kind of old couple who you can tell are still sickeningly in love with each other even after a lifetime of marriage. Adorable. I felt like an adopted daughter, it was a great ride and more fun talk.
I've only been here a few weeks, but I think this is the way to enjoy Japan. Talk to everybody. |
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[May. 21st, 2007|09:18 pm] |
I highly recommend capsule hotels. Very comfortable, and a lot more roomy than they look. I also recommend having an otaku show you around Akihabara, especially an otaku as cute as the boy who showed Lauren and I around today.
I bought a maid outfit. I visited and bought doujinshi from Akihabara`s largest boy`s love store. I looked at hentai. I squealed "moe". I went to a maid AND a butler cafe and subsequently fell in love with my female butler.
The best part is that in Akihabara none of this feels wrong or even the slightest bit strange.
Akihabara = fun times. |
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[May. 18th, 2007|08:48 pm] |
Tokyo is so hot.
I found some really neat clothes in Harajuku today, it`d be nice if they`d stay un-sweaty for more than a few minutes.
I`m not sure if I really enjoy being here in Tokyo. Compared to small town Japan, there`s some real animosity. Some nice people too, but the atmosphere feels so gloomy and depressing to me. I did things that I liked, like ate pancakes, and scored some yaoi manga:
(in Japanese)
Grace: Where are the girls` doujinshi?
Clerk in the porn store: What? I don`t understand what you mean. These are regular doujinshi with girls in them.
Grace: No no, I mean girls` doujinshi...see these ones have women wearing no clothes, but I want ones where the characters are men.
Clerk: Oh! You want next door!
...fun times. But still...don`t think I really like Tokyo. |
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[May. 14th, 2007|09:59 pm] |
Wow, thank you host families for making me put on eight pounds in two weeks. Eight pounds that will take eight weeks and 112 hours of exercise to remove.
God DAMN you Japan, god DAMN you! >:( |
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[May. 8th, 2007|08:35 pm] |
During Golden Week I went to squirrel park, the Okhotsk museum and Abashiri prison museum. My host family and I also went to Sapporo, and the cherry blossoms were out at Hokkaido shrine - very lovely. Hokkaido`s natural environment is extraordinary, especially in the mountainous areas. My first host family were awesome - a Buddhist priest and his family. The house was attached to the temple and was extremely beautiful, however since it was pretty old it was not the place for people afraid of bugs. My host dad got used to putting spiders outside.
The high school in my town is a little scary. The principal and teachers are strict, and though the students are nice they aren`t very interested in learning things (too stressed?). They just sit there in these dark, depressing classrooms trying to read dense English paragraphs that nobody understands. It seems like they just learn what they need for exams, but not how to talk or make sentences of their own. I`m sure this isn`t the case all over Japan, but here it`s quite sad.
This week I started TA-ing, but I think I will stick to the junior high. I don`t really like elementary school, either, because I don`t like kids at all (though luckily I`m a girl and don`t get kancho-ed all the time like the resident JET Max). The junior high school is really neat though. It`s a very progressive design, all the classrooms are open (even the administration office) and there aren`t any walls between rooms. Students and teachers can go in and out as they please. The school is mostly made of wood and has so many windows it`s like being outside. The students are very enthusiastic to learn, and seem very happy.
My new host family is great too. They have a dog named Holmes, who sits at the table with us with his own chair and own plate, and even eats off the same fork as the mother. My dog would be so jealous.
Another thing that bothers me though...at the grocery store, there is this song that plays on a stereo in a constant loop to promote a brand of meat called Chinggis Khan. Ching-ching-ching-ching-chinggis Khan, Ching-ch-ch-chinggis Khan. everyone loves Chinggis Khan bla bla bla Chinggis Khan, Chinggis Khan! OVER AND OVER AND OVER 24/7. It really hurts to go shopping.
It hurts the wallet sometimes too, our watermelon was 30 dollars.
Things thought about Japan that Kamiyubetsu dispels:
-all Japanese people are skinny.
-Japanese people do not blow their noses in public.
-Japanese people do not eat lots of sweets. (Holy LORD can these townspeople ever eat, and not just sweets either. Small portion sizes don`t count when you eat ten platefuls, and things are SO high in fat it`s incredible.) |
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| Japan Blog #1 |
[Apr. 27th, 2007|09:21 pm] |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zJuOnCr7vt0
Not the greatest video of our West African Ensemble (it doesn't even show us doing anything but moving in a circle), but...楽しかったです! It was so much fun!
So I'm thinking of using this journal to blog my trip to Japan and keep track of it until I can make an actual webpage or something...So...I guess the details are that I leave on Monday...and though it's not really an exchange two families have agreed to host me in a small town in Hokkaido called Kamiyubetsu out of the kindness of their hearts. I mean, how cool is that? They just took in a random University student! The community is very excited and the people I have met are very welcoming - even the mayor says he's looking forward to my visit. Kamiyubetsu itself is about 6,000 people and its biggest attraction is a tulip park. http://www.kamiyu.org/ No tulips yet though, unfortunately. That's all I can say about the town really, other than that it's pretty far from Sapporo.
I met some of the junior high school exchange students from Kamiyubetsu yesterday and they are adorable and opened up a lot more when they learned I could speak Japanese. Before they knew I could understand they said I was very pretty, which definitely set me at ease. They did express a desire for me to come to Kamiyubetsu JHS and hang around the English class, and I was a bit nervous about being the chubby brown girl without the school uniform.
After spending two weeks in Hokkaido from May 2 to May 16, I'm flying back to Tokyo and backpacking/hosteling another couple of weeks while visiting Kyoto, Osaka and Mount Koya. I'm looking forward to seeing my Japanese friends again like Sae and Ritsuko, who I met last year, and a friend of a friend who does kigurumi (full-body) cosplay and insists I see "the real Akihabara".
I'm taking a bunch of gifts, 5 sets of slide film and my digital camera. Expensive trip, but I'm sure it will be worth it. A great opportunity. And damn I hope my Japanese improves some... |
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| I'm not dead |
[Jan. 17th, 2007|01:18 am] |
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I know that if I don't write at least something here today, I won't get to do it for another looong while. Though I feel like I've failed at LJ yet again, it has been for a good cause I hope. The past semester was absolute hell, and right through the ulcer I managed to acquire during finals I have worked harder than I ever have - perhaps being able to say, for the first time, that every A was definitely *deserved*. I realize I've missed out on so much with you guys, well the ones who still occasionally check their friends list...but already I have spent two all-nighters and school has only been in for a week and a half. I'm really just trying to keep myself caught up with eating and sleeping.
Tonight my ears are ringing from the Evanescence concert a friend dragged me to*, setting me back yet another sleepless evening to make up for the lost homework time. The ringing is so distracting, I've decided to write this post instead of study immediately.
I'm not sure if it matters to internet friends, but somehow it matters to me that people know I still care. If anything at the end of this term to make up for the absence, I'll post links to me playing the Tabla and dancing like a fool in the University's West African Music Ensemble. Trust me, it's hilarious. :D
If anyone is bored and would like to send me an email to tell me what's happening in your lives (because I really miss y'all and yet I can't bear to start going back through post logs as I'll just feel even more guilty that I don't have the time to get through them all....) I would be eternally grateful. Even just a little note to say hi. ;_;
*It's not that I have anything against Evanescence, I don't even know how people think of them nowadays, but...I was really uncomfortable being the oldest person who was not a parent sitting among headbanging 12 year olds wearing black badger makeup and trenchcoats... |
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| Hello! |
[Sep. 20th, 2006|12:10 am] |
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Why hallo thar, mateys. It's been a loong time. I'm just about dead, but I promised (just pretend I have an LJ tag here please) sirsindred I'd write something. Between auditioning for music classes, starting study groups, joining clubs and dance class AND having to sit through both Japanese taught in Japanese and one of the most boring classes ever: Fundamentals of Japanese Grammar...oh and being at school every day (including weekends) from 10am to 9:30pm...and general fourth-year-ness with the whole "I wish I didn't have 2 years left here to finish my bloody bachelor of arts"...
Sorry, what was I saying? Ano...*spaced out and freakishly tired* My hands are sore from playing Tabla...no that wasn't what I was saying but it is true...
Ahn...anyway...I still have a lot of homework. Right, homework, haven't gotten around to that today. I mean tomorrow since it's past midnight. I mean today.
So the point of this post is...guys, please don't give up on me. I swear I'll be back to LJ and read your journals. ;_; Just give me a week. Or something like that. Okay, this is about all I can handle typing...
*passes out on keyboard* |
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| Okay... |
[Jul. 20th, 2006|10:23 am] |
Even with dial-up that rarely works, I was so bothered by this that I had to spend the hour and a half it took to get this to post.
Not only does no one seem to care about the citizens of Lebanon and are best buddies with Israel (as always), I have to say that Canadians are total asses.
All countries care about is getting their own people out. As if that wasn't bad enough (are people not of equal value?), the lucky Canadian citizens who were rescued by ship had the GALL to complain about things like there not being enough food for their 17 hour trip and that they had to sleep on the floor of the ship. Not even going to comment on how many people in the world have to go without food for much longer than 17 hours, but...
YOU WERE BLOODY RESCUED YOU UNGRATEFUL BASTARDS! Think about the people who aren't lucky enough to be you! The children who are being killed because they have no where else to go! The people!!!! I almost burst into tears. I am so ashamed to be a human being and ESPECIALLY a Canadian right now, more so than usual. Pathetic, really pathetic. |
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| I'm Bach. And I'm wearing a wig too. |
[Jul. 2nd, 2006|05:49 pm] |
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Happy day after Canada Day! It's about time I posted something. I'm just going to pretend I haven't been absent for weeks and post a big long one like nothing has happened. I hope everyone is having a good summer!
First, Ultraviolet is out on DVD. A future cult classic, this film MUST NOT be missed.
- "He's not dead." "What do you mean?" "I mean he is alive."
- "Now that you and those like you are all but extinct, what's someone like me, someone with a job to do, going to use to keep order in a society that left to itself would sprint towards chaos like an Olympic event?"
Man, statements like "Remember that time the camera moved in and out of everyone's sunglasses for like five minutes?" or "Remember those flaming serrated swords?" have become commonplace. Ultraviolet has changed my life forever.
I saw Superman Returns yesterday. Clark Kent is a babe. Superman was a bit bland, but I've never been a fan. It was definitely fun to be the ones in the theater doing the annoying -- making fun of everything and sniggering like five year olds at phrases like "Lois, i've got something to show you." But my thoughts on the film? Roger Ebert's quote "Lois got herself a boyfriend and a little son, played by Tristan Lake Leabu, who mostly stares at people like a beta version of Damien, the kid from "The Omen.'" pretty much sums it up. Creepy kid, I tell ya. Creepy. But I did really enjoy the film. Didn't expect to, but I did.
But Canada Day - that was the *real* party. Live music to dance like an idiot to in public. Discussing how the statue of Winston Churchill looks like he's shooting laser beams from his eyes. Talking about making Peter Mansbridge/Ron McLean pornography with the CBC logo in the corner and a beaver thrown in to comply with the CRTC's Canadian content regulations. (I'll make this picture when I have time. I promise.)
Oh and Don Cherry/Ron McLean slash?
Ron moved closer to Don, inhaling the masculine scent of Quiznos and locker room. As he ran his hands over the front of the well-tailored but garish plaid suit jacket, the white-haired man shivered as if he was out on the ice itself. "Don...don't you ever feel like...slamming *me* into the boards?"
TELL me you wouldn't have watched that episode of Hockey Night in Canada over the Stanley Cup final. Congratulations on your loss, Oilers, by the way. Saved Whyte Ave a lot of money in repairs from the riots. Idiot Edmontonians.
Anyway, Canada Day. So, we figure we'll wait around in Churchill Square for some 'fire' thing at 10pm. Here I was expecting someone to actually be *lit* on fire, but not so. There was this...interpretive dance. Or more accurately described "People in business suits rolling around on the ground and over *each other* to random saxophone murmurs and electronic sounds." One man was acting as a photographer and bridged the gap between reality and this fantasy by taking pictures of them and asking "what are you guys doing? This is crazy!" My thoughts exactly. But I couldn't stop watching. "Oooh, I get it. Maybe they're acting like they're *on* fire," Cara says intelligently and proving that even the person among us most into the arts was also trying to make sense of it all. But eventually the performers stripped and jumped in the fountain pool while the "boss" of the business people came out and spun fireballs. O_O Afterward, we had an adventure trying to find a spot to see the fireworks (getting there right as they ended) while making up songs about taxi drivers on the way.
Other than that I sang at the Folk Festival again and our group was approached about making a CD. I got a job as an office assistant. Which brings me to this - I simply HAVE to share the crazy stuff I find in government files. This file on business etiquette from 2004:
"The United States has a very complex society." "The USA has telephone and satellite communications systems as well as radio and television services." (omg, no way!) and the very valuable piece of advice under 'doing business in the US': "Don't pat someone on the rear." I also was going to post something else, but I lost the paper. I'll do it next time. Along with sharing some Edmonton rap. You know you want to hear it. ^^ |
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| It's been a loooong roooooad.... |
[Mar. 27th, 2006|03:41 pm] |
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I finally took the 'You need to update your journal's to heart. I miss you, friends, truly. When I'm not busy being one of the laziest people alive, I'm doing school work. Blast, admitting laziness isn't good for making excuses, is it? Well, anyway, I don't have a lot to say.
But here I am, with a smashing new icon, and pictures of my colourful hair that I took out a couple weeks ago. Fun times, fun times.
Simon and hair.
Hair.
Honestly, is it possible to not look like an idiot taking webcam shots of yourself? I had to look at the computer screen to hit the 'take picture' button, I'm not staring off into the distance for dramatic effect. I swear. Gawd, I look like a awful eejit.
In other news, I highly recommend the movie Ultraviolet. I have now seen it 3 times, and each time I laugh more. I mean, the animated .gif explosion effects! The make-up done by beauty school drop-outs! The flaming serrated swords! Crap, did I ruin it for y'all?
Seeing this film is kind of like like the first time you see Judi Dench's naked breasts or Canadian Idol slash fanfiction. You're never the same.
And now for a joke from my father: "What's white and crawls up your leg? Uncle Ben's perverted rice."
And I end this post by saying: Candice Bergen is the hottest female actress on TV.
I'm so shallow. |
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| The federal election.... |
[Jan. 24th, 2006|07:15 pm] |
Edit: *sigh* I know, I'm sorry. This post was uncalled for. I don't *hate* people. No, America is not imploding under George Bush...and yes, the Liberals were foolish and inefficient. It just makes me a lil' sad, that's all. ;_; Stephen Harper eats kittens. ^^
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You know, I'm in the University computer lab. And I should be doing homework. But I really want to interrupt that homework to say to anyone who may have voted for the Conservative Party of Canada yesterday...
You are a heartless person and I hate you. Greg, my roommate, keeps telling me I'm overreacting. It's a minority government, it won't be that bad.
I still hate you.
Say goodbye to a health care system that still helps you even if you don't have the money. Pro-war, pro-big business, anti-minority rights and anti-environment...yep, just the kinds of things that will make Canada great. The first thing Stephen Harper will do other than have a glass of champagne with George Bush? Have a vote to get rid of gay marriage.
I hope you people are happy with yourselves. You have a right-wing Canada.
That is all. |
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| Well... |
[Jan. 14th, 2006|01:23 pm] |
That's it. Toshi, my uncooperative but much loved computer has died.
Of all the possible times too, when I have literally *hours* of school work that I need the internet for. My dad lent me his school computer, but he can only BS his own staff for a couple of weeks and I doubt Toshi will be fixed by then (It's going to take them 2 weeks to even get around to looking at him...)
So...I will get around to emails and stuff soon...just so people don't think I'm avoiding them and all...
*sigh*
I hope everyone had a good new year and is doing well! |
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| I, um... |
[Dec. 23rd, 2005|03:36 pm] |
Merry Christmas guys. I hope it's a great one for all. This year I seem to be totally lacking in Christmas spirit...kinda down actually.
I think this is the first Christmas I will be spending by myself, as my mother won't stop being a total ass. I guess it's just sad that I'm here on the couch watching the channel with the never-ending fireplace while everyone is going off to spend time with their families. I'm too broke to buy proper presents for my friends, Brokeback Mountain didn't get a wide Canadian release (yet?) so it's only playing in Calgary...and there aren't even any Christmas decorations or presents in my place. Just...emptiness.
Wow, what a pity party. *blows whistles and sings carols* HAPPY CHRISTMAS!!! Sorry about that...some emo music will cheer me right up. Hahahaha!! *lame*
Lots of love!!!!
Edit: One of my friends offered to drive me to Calgary to see the late show of BBM. We'd get back at probably 3 in the morning...to go or not to go? Six hours of driving versus settling for Memoirs of a Geisha? Who's even reading this? Who cares? I'm so happy and so thankful to have such wonderful friendzies. *cries* |
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| Ion Tan |
[Dec. 6th, 2005|03:11 pm] |
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When I'm writing a paper I try to make the dumbest title possible, simply because I enjoy imagining the strange looks on professors' faces. Immature, I know, but a lot of fun. For example, when doing a close reading of a Dorothy Livesay poem for English 375, the title was "If your children were made out of books, could you rip out their insides?" (a reference to a quote about not being able to have both flesh and book children). There were definitely lamer titles this semester; titles such as 'Zen Kills', 'As a Matter of Fact This Paper Was Not Written By Anyone Who Lived in the Kamakura Period', and 'I singlehandedly brought down the Tokugawa bakufu and all I got was this...'
Actually that one ended with 'dinky sword', but you get the idea.
So a recent paper was about nation and I could not for the life of me come up with a foolish title. A couple of years back, I took Evil Ham out of Machiavelli's name simply so I could have my intro sentence contain the words and somehow connect them to his historical infamy. So, I used the same play-with-letters-like-a-preschooler strategy, turning nation into "Ion Tan" and thinking no more about it.
Well, today I show up five minutes late for the first time, only to find a new person in class.
That's right. Mr. Ion Tan himself, Professor of East Asian Studies is sitting at the front of the room curious about who has mentioned his name, and whether it was meant as a homage or a random mean joke.
I mean, how was I supposed to know? >_< . |
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| It's a small world after all... |
[Nov. 17th, 2005|11:44 am] |
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Perhaps the saddest, most embarrassing conversation I've ever had at University.
Professor: So you were reading boys' love comics when you were *twelve*?
Grace: *embarrassed giggle*
Professor: You couldn't read Japanese at all?
Grace: Well, you can still understand what's going on.
Professor: And you convinced your parents to import them for you? Seriously?
Grace: I can look really innocent. ^^
Professor: Wow...so you pretty much knew everything about the entire class today, huh?
Grace: Honestly, I didn't know about Space Battleship Yamato.
Professor: *laugh* Seriously, wow, I can't get over this boys' love thing. You must have corrupted all the other girls in your classes. *still laughing*
Grace: Hahaha, I guess. ^^
Professor: Where did you go to school again? No, just kidding.
Grace: Hehehe. Good thing it's a small place.
Professor: Oh yeah?
Grace: Whitecourt. About two hours out of to-
Professor: No way! I just took a bunch of students from there on an exchange to Japan. *proceeds to tell some story about a Sailor Moon festival*
Grace: Hee hee!
Professor: *lightbulb* Wait, are you related to Mr. Chapman?
Grace: He's my dad.
Professor: Oh my gosh! *claps hands* He told me he had a daughter in Japanese and I was laughing because he told me all us 'weird Japan people were all crazy!' *cracks up* I can't believe it! Your dad - he is seriously the funniest teacher I've ever met. I'm gonna have to tell him you were in one of my classes next time I go up there.
Grace: ......please don't tell him he was buying me gay comics from Japan. |
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| Ooooh! |
[Nov. 7th, 2005|01:10 pm] |
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Happy Birthday to me! I guess. ^^ Birthdays are fun days. Especially when you get to see not one but TWO fashionable girls fall flat on their miniskirts for wearing stilettos in the snow. I'm a mean girl for enjoying that so much, but seriously people...sandals, shorts, high heels - what's wrong with you?! It's FREEZING!
Midterm marks: 98%, 95%, 87%, unknown, unknown. Was aiming for straight A marks, but no use worrying about it I guess.
Long weekend this week and will try to catch up on LJs. I miss everybody...:(
I had some great stuff to post...*grin* Soon, young padawans, soon... |
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| Really wish I had something to say... |
[Oct. 2nd, 2005|06:59 pm] |
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I'm just so exhausted all the time. This school business - I'd forgotten how much effort it takes. Too tired to even cook - I'm going to order low-fat pizza for the third time this *week*.
New Batman comic with Jason. Ohhh, so pretty. So utterly perfect. Oh, Jason...oh. (Thanks eggblue for the heads-up)
Two of the silliest fanfiction errors ever in the same sentence:
“I was genital this time, but I can’t granite I can hold back later on.”
Went to see Serenity twice on opening day. Actually think I liked it better the second time around, but I'm not sure why. Good for obsessive Firefly fans like myself. Perhaps just your typical sci-fi movie for everyone else. At least that's the impression it gave me. *shrugs*
Man, even this post sounds exhausted. Don't even feel the need to rant about fangirls, and it's been a month since I promised to explain what I hate about 'em...^^
Damn. |
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| Will this be a better year? |
[Sep. 14th, 2005|09:33 pm] |
Typical University student: tight sweater over tight shirt, professionally-styled and coloured hair, tight jeans, high heeled shoes, fancy purse, makeup that makes chinese opera look like kiddie stuff...
Simon: Yellow t-shirt, pigtails, sneakers, Batman backpack, no makeup. Gets funny looks from everyone other than little kids on the subway who like Batman.
Typical University student: Has had internet since the start of school.
Simon: Received internet today.
Typical University student: Chooses homework over partying...mostly.
Simon: Chooses homework over videogames...mostly.
Typical University student: Does not bother with basic cable.
Simon: Gets basic cable only to find that in the two weeks it took to hook it up the show she got cable for was taken out of the programming lineup of the only channel showing it. She stares at her icon and laments. She has watched the same episode of Static Shock stored on her computer 8 times in the past 3 days, and frankly if this continues she will...become angered.
Typical University student: Livejournal? What the heck is a livejournal?
Simon: Is really sorry she hasn't been keeping up with livejournal.
Yeah...sorry. :( Thought I should at least say I was still alive though. |
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