Hungover 02/13/2012
 
There was a party at my school today. We ate special tomato and soy milk stew and then myself and a couple of students came. As usual I woke up with some regrets about the night. I realise now that I only asked the younger single lady students to come to karaoke with me. It was unintentional but it makes me wonder what people at the time thought. Probably nothing. Hopefully nothing. There hasn`t been any real backlash from a night out since I (edited out by request of her royal magesty the queen)
I`ve been asked to write articles for 2 local magazines. I hate writing. I don`t know why we write since we invented speaking, but since it was my teacher who I pay far too little for lessons for and who even makes me little packed lunches when I go to my Japanese tests in the morning, I couldn`t really refuse her. Thats for the Niihama magazine. The other magazine is one thats distributed around Imabari. I feel like refusing that one but she has my phone email address. She has asked me to write something of around 600 words. No specifics, just something. She wants that by the end of February. I have 2 weeks. It`s a little ridiculous. What`s also ridiculous is that she goes on in her email to ask if I would like to be papa monkey in a party for kids. I have ignored her.
In the week I attended a local festival. It was bitterly cold that day but Yoko and I went down to the seafront and got in line with the other attendees. It was the 19th Memorial of puffer fish ancestors day in Niihama. We had all gathered to remember the pufferfish that we had eaten in the past, and thank them for giving up their lives so that we could eat their livers and other fleshy bits. It started off with this guy speaking in tongues and handing out branches of trees for local dignitaries. We then all moved out to the dockside where crates of live pufferfish were waiting. A nice city official gave up his chance so that I could have a go. I put on some gloves and a man handed me my fish. I was stood next to the mayor at that time and he knew what was expected so he explained to me that on the count of three we would hurl them into the sea as a mark of respect. I think Yoko managed to get a photo of me. I felt awkward lobbing it one so i really only dropped mine, but the mayor really gave it his all and actually his came pretty close to ricocheting off a nearby boat. He seemed proud with his throw and he shook me by the hand.
One other thing I`ve had half an eye on this week has been the language of youth. I happen to notice the word bitch, or me bitches used a lot by young British ladies. They seem to think they are American hip hop artists. I personally have only ever used that word ironically, and I`m not suggesting they start using language like "Hello Roger, pass me one of those delicious turnips" or something, but if a young lady of today said that it`d be more like "Oi me sweet ass bitch, pass us some of that f$&#$ing turnip, wouldja" NO. GET YOUR OWN!!
 


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me
02/18/2012 17:35

sometimes I look back at my own compositions and wonder what the hell I intended to say. That second sentence is just wierd. I think I need to employ an editor but I refuse to do it myself

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