Boy, it's sure been awhile since I've posted at all
about something that isn't soul-crushingly depressing hasn't it?
According to "reliable sources", this makes my mother worry about me in
vague, unfocused ways instead of narrowing her worries with
surgeon-like precision onto one or two topics that she can ask me about
until I invent something else to distract her attention away from me*
However, despite the fact I have nothing good happening to me right
now, I'm not going to let that stop me from PRETENDING like
everything's okay. I shall start this process with a theraputic image
that I've been holding onto for just such an occasion. Behold! Little
Japanese children doing cosplay!
Yup. I think everything's gonna be juuuust fine.
*I probably should've used strikethrough there, but what're you gonna do?
Phew, with luck Mom won't notice the fact that I'm posting twice, nigh-simultaneously (barring of course another freaking internet shutdown.)
Yeah, Toyone's been abusing me again with its lack of information. Last week they didn't tell me the ski trip was cancelled, didn't tell me I was teaching an English conversation class to the 8th graders, didn't tell me I was teaching an English conversation class to the adults and didn't tell me about graduation photo day so I showed up wearing my Elementary school clothing (since that's what I was teaching that day) and looked all disshevelled and hobo-like.
Plus my internet has still been crapping out on me and I STILL can't convincingly force myself to say I'm not recontracting another year. I have these horrible flashes that I might actually do it. It's terrifying! I'm getting incredibly pissed off, and yet I still LIKE teaching here. What the Hell? Anyway, in case Mom is breezing through the blog, let's throw in this image that she can focus on and some reassuring text before and after to provide camoflague.
So let's summarize what I've just been talking about, meaning there's no need to review anything I've just said.
Yup, everything's juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuust fine.
So the erratic and unseemly behaviour in my phone line is because they're trying to install an ADSL line in Toyone. If you think about it logically, that wouldn't actually explain anything, but it's what they've told me and there's very little to be gained from arguing with people in authority in Japan. They've completely broken my spirit
Anyway, you'd think an ADSL line would (eventually) be good news. If you think that, I refer you to go back and read about how often things have gone my way here.
To reinforce the point, I had to reconnect twice while writing these messages. Quite vexing.
Yes, I vaguely promised that I'd sort of try to post a bit. I lied. I do that a lot. Anyways I'm completely warranted in my slacker laziness reasoning. You see, the made-up justification reason is...
So I'll see you all as soon as I can whenever I get off my lazy ass to post!
This week had a pointless internet shutdown, my exactly as pointless Nagoya conference, and then an even more pointless illness keeping me down.
Still, soon I'll be able to blog about the Japanese health care system. That should amuse some of you.
I'll have to start before night though, I'm losing feeling in my right hand. It's cold here.
People have asked me why, after my post about Miwajima's verocious man-eating deer I seem to have stopped posting again. I'm sure some of you are concerned that I'm dead or crashed my car into a ravine or something (HI MOM!I, but most of you have probably reached the more measured conclusion that there's something "strange" with my internet again, which prevents me posting. In this you are mistaken.
It's when my internet works at home that I find it strange.
Hope that clears this thing up.
So, I'm back in the Japan. I faced this prospect with my usual amount of whining and whinging, and probably another word that starts with "whi". However, after thirteen-ish hours of flying, three-ish hours of training (by which I mean I took a train not that I was training to travel), and two-ish hours of huddling in my apartment alone and crying, or possibly unpacking, I decided I needed to get back into the swing of things. And what says "swing" more than blogging? And what says blogging more than talking aimlessly about a trip that I took that none of you will probably ever replicate, which makes me a better person than you.
I feel better already.
So without further ado, I present to you one of my experiences from my trip to
Hiroshima. More specifically, my experience regarding...
I mean it seemed like the only logical place to start. Yes, Miwajima, the famed "Shrine Island" of Hiroshima, but little does the unsuspecting tourist know that in reality it's a tourist trap of the worst kind. The kind designed to draw in unsuspecting foreigners as an impromptu and cheap foodstuff for their unstoppable and black-hearted deer, who have nothing but murder and questions about where all the male antlers went.
Yes, I found this deer mauling this hand that was severed, bloody and above all not-mine in the street, and the local inhabitants did nothing to stop it. Nothing I say! Clearly the island is going to be the set of the next Battle Royale movie where children will have to deal with the deer on top of each other. Truly a chilling prospect, that should make it clear to you all why my unconditional affection for Japan has become deeply conditional.
Home.
Tired.
Hungry.
Sleepy.
Itchy.
Brains.
