When I was in high school back in Japan, some people’s stuff were being stolen from their lockers for a while. Of course, those “lockers” didn’t have any locks on them, so what the teachers decided to do was to tape the doors of all the lockers every day after we put stuff in. Yeah, like that’d keep the theif away from our lockers! My school had tons of damn teachers..

Turtle juice is supposed to be a very good medicine in the “oriental” countries. I’m kinda against it though. First, turtles are nice. We talk about life all the time and they listen to me well. Secondly, they’re so slow! It’s not fair for us to catch and kill them AND drink their meaty juice.. pretty cruel.

I forgot to write a blog today (yesterday now)! Makes me sad..

Tales of Genji is all about who made out with who. It’s sort of like an authentic version of soap opera. I wonder how the guys kept romantic mood while they tried to remove 12 layer princess kimono. They probably had to keep improvising waka (it’s a poem style.. like a longer haiku). It must have been pretty sucky for the girls when the guys made some bad poems because they couldn’t have run away if the guys had taken off 11 layers by then..

The squirrels on my campus are having serious skin diseases. I’m worried about them… I should knit sweaters for the squirrels with bald patches. It’s just too cold to be running around naked.

Strangely enough though, some students here love to run naked around this time of the year..

When I was 6 or 7, I didn’t like shiitake very much. One day, I got this really high fever and had a nightmare. I was standing in the playground at my elementary school. It was raining hard and thundering loud too. Then, this huge shiitake dude showed up and tried to attack me. I fought back with my stuffed animals (which later got bigger and tried to attack me too…) and I won. When I woke up, my fever was gone, and since then, I’ve been able to enjoy eating shiitake.

Yumcax, please correct your pronounciation for shiitake. Your way of saying shiitake is both grammatically and morally wrong.

This is my 100th blog entry. I wanna talk about something special.

I’d like to improve the quality of my fat. Right now, the value of my fat is probably 1 yen or less per 100g. I wouldn’t make much money if I were a cow.
So, I went to Matsuzaka beef web sites to see how the cows keep their high quality fat. The definition of Matsuzaka beef is “a Japanese cow with black hair, female, has never been pregnant..” so far so good. I fulfill most of the requirements. These cows “drink beer and receive syochuu (Japanese whiskey) massage”. Hmmm.. maybe this is the key for becoming 4000yen per 100g. But I don’t like beer. I wonder fuzzy navel would do the trick as well..

I hate it when I notice that the toilet seat is wet after I sit on it. There really are high quality and low quality toilets. Any toilets that flush too hard or take too long to fill up the tank after each flush are not recommended. Also, I don’t understand those bathrooms that have mirrors on all four sides of each toilet room and/or the ceiling. I really don’t know where to look in such a toilet.

Is it true that if you fill up your lungs with water little by little and train them for years to absorb oxygen from the water, you can live under the water?

Chicks say “piyo piyo” in Japan.

When I was younger, I was afraid of making omelette for a while. I had a lot of friends who told me that when they cracked the eggs over the pans, chicks came out. At first, I thought “oh..that’s cute” but when I heard that these were dead and premature, I got quite scared.

So far in my life, I haven’t had any dead chick coming out of the shells. I hope this luck continues…

Trees with purple leaves remind me of seaweed. It makes me think about seaweed salad that I used to have when I lived at the bottom of ocean..

I have very bad eye sight. Sometimes, I don’t want to admit that my eyes are so bad, so I go outside without my contact lenses or glasses. I feel like i’m in a completely different world. It’s almost like living in a 3-D Monet world. The edges of any objects become vague. Everyone becomes faceless. My audio sensation becomes super sensitive and adds depth to this fuzzy world.

It’s an interesting experience as long as there is no glass wall. It’s quite embarrassing when you walk into the glass wall in front of strangers.. I’ve done it a couple times.

My brain’s constipated.

I had to perform in public last Thursday. On the way back home, I found myself talking out loud and making all sorts of faces, thinking about all the embarrassing mistakes I made during the performance. People looked at me like I’m insane.. and that just added another embarassing moment of the day.

I love studying hierogliph. They have such interesting characters. I don’t know why they needed to create these characters but they have letters for things like “an upside down man” and “a man in a big container”. Also, I found out today that the character for “guide” is a knife with legs.

The only problem is that it take forever to write each word… If I ever get rich, I’ll make stamps of each letter and write to my friends in hierogliph.

I have a stethscope. I listened to my heart yesteterday and found out that my heart beats as fast as an average pre-schooler. It’s kinda sad..

A navel is a weird thing. I’ve always wondered why I get a stomachache every time I clean it. Yeah, you need to clean your navals once in a while. They are pretty nasty..

I also never understood why Japanese Thunder Gods want to get people’s navels. What do they do with our navels? Maybe they fry them. Fried navels.

yuck.

I went to listen to Minnesota Symphony yesterday. My drum teacher was in it, so my friend and I got really nice balcony seats for free. Yey. We were late and as we went in after the first piece, we saw this massive mezzo soprano singer with massive curly blonde hair. The conductor next to her was this tiny old man and it looked as if she was about to eat him every time she opened her mouth. (She was a good singer though.)
During the break, my teacher told us her backstage nickname is “lion king”. So, my friend decided to imitate a lion as she came out to the stage after the break. My teacher saw that from the stage and he turned bright red… Poor Steve. I hope he won’t get fired.

Anyways, they had a way better triangle than Macalester does.

OMG.

Yesterday, I was watching Discovery channel. It was showing “strange” toads. They were STRANGE. I saw I saw I saw a toad with a bunch of holes (about 30 of them, each hole is big enough to put your pinkie in) on its back. That really gave me goose bump but then, they said something that froze my goose bump. These toads keep the eggs and raise their baby tadpoles in those holes!!! When the babies become froggie shaped, they just jump out of the holes on their Mom’s back…

I was speechless by the sight of these 30 baby frogs coming out of the holes but then, they showed another type of toad that lives in rather dry places. They showed a dog approaching this toad curiously. Then, they said “Look at his eyes!” I was expecting that the eyes would expand or shoot out but what I saw was worse. It shot its blood out of its eye sockets. It can do it up to 20 times straight. After it shot its blood out, it looked like somebody stabbed its eyes.. I was petrified.

Enough strange toads for the rest of the year…

I had to perform for a music class today. I made two big mistakes because there were two cute boys. The number of mistakes I make correlates how many cute listeners there are.