A Good Day

So class sucks. But fuck it. This level of Japanese might be a little too easy for me, but I'm not willing to put up with all the bullshit work from the level above it. I've had enough of Japanese class, really. After taking the ninth and highest level of Japanese offered in UCSC with my sensei-idol, Fujita-sensei, I'm through. Hell, I'm spent. Like having sex while on ecstasy, it'll never be that good again. Never. Plus this whole three-teacher system is a fucking joke. Mishina-sensei is old and nice, but I only see her once a week so she has no way of accurately determining what level each student is in. And the ~kawa senseis, the woman is all right. But the dude, Ishikawa, fuck that douche. Seriously, that sniveling shit sucker can eat a dick. Fucker gives me the creeps. Always asking stupid ass questions, breathing over me, looking at my answers while I work, doing that molester laugh with his giant overbite and protruding teeth of a sexual offender. I swear to god, I didn't pay close to 12 thousand bucks for this shit. Fucking waste of time.

But today was fun. Got to see some Japanese girls I met last year through FLS. Risa and Reiko. And yesterday I got a little taste of Aomori. But as for today, ate a lot of good Chinese food at a buffet for a decent price. Then went to the Meiji Temple in Harajuku. Big ass Japanese-style gates. We wrote wishes on a piece of 500 yen wood and hung it too. But maybe they won't come true since we were too cheap to buy one for each of us.

After the temple, we walked to Yoyogi Park. There was a cool Japanese hippie there. A punky kind of hippie. Kinda weird. Middle-aged dude who picked up trash, talked to himself, played classic Japanese rock through a boom box, gave the peace sign to helicopters, and greeted friends with an African handshake. From the distance, some guy played the trumpet. And for some reason, a shitload of cops lined up side to side in the wide walkway behind the bench where we sat.

When the cops finally dispersed, we made our way to Shibuya. Reiko had to get some shit out of her eye. A long ass piece of hair that only god knows how the fuck it got in there in the first place. We did a little window shopping in the mall. Holgas, like everything else, are expensive in Japan. But プリクラ, thankfully is not. And so here's to a good day...

(fuck) yeah