“You Suck At Life. Or At Least Blogging About It.”

The sequined and jewel encrusted silver and orange storefront of the La Foret department store gleams back at me garishly in the sunlight. Old fashioned, forest-green miniature steam engines loaded up with eager looking Japanese tourists, day-to-day commuters and wild looking children with metallic teeth chug past me with a resounding (yet undoubtedly fake) scream of the steam engine. A wily boy about ten years old circles the block for fifteen minutes attempting to take photos of the two non-locals sitting outside. With each round he cleverly alternates pulling his hood up or down. Japanese grandmas zoom past on their motorized scooters wearing completely mismatched attire. A trail of assorted Hello Kitty and Mickey Mouse paraphernalia trails off their cellphones, which peek out from their nefariously multicolored, tapered pants. Rail thin, perfectly groomed Japanese business men, their hair J-POP Perfect, breeze out of the coffee shop, their ears plugged by white buds of bliss, a coffee in one hand and a pristine looking, highly polished briefcase in the other. I lazily sip my authentic Japanesey-macha-flavored-Starbucks frappacino and nibble daintily at my evil corporate Starbucks sandwich as my eyes pass over the crowd with the occasional glimpse at my Japanese notebook lying in front of me.

It then occurs to me that yes, indeed, I miss college.

Not that college included any of these scenes at all. But the lounging, the watching, the coffee, the learning and the scenery that goes beyond billowing towers of industrial smoke, lush mountains enshrouded with fog and thirty-eight seventeen year old boys simultaneously stripping in front of me; several sights I normally see now on a day to day basis.

Such has been my life for the past two weeks: Two hours of Japanese class a day, mixed up with some idle studying and some Fun-Fun nights out. I would like to say that my Japanese has improved at a groundbreaking level and from this day hence TOWNIJ will be published in a myriad of languages- English, Latin, Sanskrit AND Japanese just to name a few, but alas, that would be an insolent lie. Not to mention utterly pointless as none of you people appreciate Latin anyway.

I apologize for preoccupying myself with Animated 3D People for such a prolonged period of time. Shame on me and my priorities. As I am back ‘home’ (no, not NY, sorry) and have two weeks of spring break at a school now devoid of a single student (a perfect school now, really.), I will, without a doubt, be spending even more time with the office droids as well as the Quality Imaginary Binary people of the Internets.

‘Tis good to be home.

Kinda.

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Published:
3.27.07 / 6pm
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what i call life, unschoolish