Blaagggh.

So yesterday was apparently the hottest day in the entire history of hot days in Japan. Seriously. Just how hot is the hottest day in japanese history you might ask...39.5 I tell you! Gah! What does this mean in practical terms? It means that sitting in my house breathing shallowly and not moving for ANYTHING and the air conditioner (with whom I am no longer on speaking terms) set at 20 I was still sweating. Not to mention my joy at having to haul my ass to the immigration office where I had to wait in line for about 2 hours to get my visa renewed. What does this involve? Well, I'm glad you asked. It involves Two jam-packed (not to be mistaken with action packed) trains and a stickin hot (and I mean satan's butthole hot) bus each way. Was I excited? Not so much.

And then I went to work. With the trains and the sweating and the ewww.

And what did I come home to? My castle? My haven of rest and relaxation? Nooo. Again with the not so much. I came home to a psychotic dog who was spazzing out in the spazziest of spazz freak ways. With the running and the biting and the biting and the biting and the bad dog chewing and some more biting. Good times? Had by none. Did I mention the biting?

Today was better on all accounts although the only available english tv today was a Clint Eastwood movie. And VIP with Pamela Anderson. Did I watch? Need you ask? Of course. I'm sad. But I can now read hirigana! Woo hoo! I tried for months to learn it in the fall and nothing but now...woo hoo! I'm a superstar.

Now I'm tired and I must eat. Because dinner is good. Mmm...broccoli.

Drinking...

I went out last night after work with some friends for some sweet fruity bar action (which was lovely as always) and today I've been thinking...as I sometimes do...about the whole drinking thing. I've been listening to a lot of bitching from other foreigners living in Japan lately about how Japan sucks and how much better (insert country name here) is in comparison and so on and it's all I can do to stop myself from leaping across the ugly brown table (the tables in the staff room are really ugly) and stabbing them in the eye with my pen. If I have to hear one more self-absorbed chia pet whine about how boring Japan is in the midst of some really boring story about how they're broke again a week after payday because they've been out drinking every night with their boring and equally whiney friends at the same lame ass gaijin bar that every lame ass gaijin in the Chiba area goes to I may just snap.

I know Japan isn't perfect but for the love of god who goes to another country expecting it to be?! Last time I checked Canada wasn't exactly a shining paragon of perfection either. I love Canada but I don't think it's betraying my own country to love Japan as well. This was actually what one bone headed ass monkey had the nerve to say to me recently. I find it so frustrating to sit there listening to people who spend all of their free time drinking in the same bars with the same group of boring foreigners who spend all their time drinking in the same bar with the same group of boring foreigners telling everyone who will listen (or who happens to be stuck in the same staffroom with them) about how boring Japan is. Not them, or their lifestyles, oh no. Japan. They see nothing farther than 20 minutes away from their home stations and yet feel comfortable saying with absolute authority that Japan has nothing to offer them. Where do these people come from? Honestly.

Okay, that's my spaz attack for today. It's kind of funny that I started this post intending to chat about the fun time I had lasst night and then I got to thinking about the dickheads and voila. Spaz attack! Sorry about that. Anyway, I must go pay attention to the dog as it's currently amusing itself by doing something that makes a sound suspiciously like paper shredding. I can hear it but I can't see it. I've been taking a time out but I think my time out has sadly run out.

Slugs and hisses and whitey ass kickin' wishes,
Ange.

Randomnesss

So yesterday I'm on the train...nothing special there, I'm always on the train. Anyway, I'm on the train enjoying my comfy corner seat (the best seating option because when in the corner you only have one set of strange buttocks pressed up against you instead of two) when suddenly some icky middle aged fat-butt japanese business man in a bad suit sits down beside me. Again, not too unusual. The icky middle-aged fat-butt businessman in a bad suit is not exactly a rarity in Japan. But this one had squeezed his fat butt into a space between me and the next passenger that MIGHT have been appropriate for one of the size zero Barbie girls. NOT a fat butt businessman. So there I am minding my own business, trying to squeeze myself farther into the corner to put as much space between me and icky fat butt man as possible but no dice. Nope. No siree Bob.So there I am on the train in the middle of July thinking to myself, "thank god it's a cool night or this could be REALLY unpleasant" when suddenly it dawned on me that it was REALLY unpleasant. There is nothing in the world quite like the feeling of a flabby middle-aged business ass cheek pressed up against you. Add to that an ungodly heat pulsating off of said ass cheek and a slight dampening caused by the aforementioned ass heat and you've got yourself a world of ick. So I caved. I wedged myself out from under his nasty ass cheek and moved to an ass free seat across the train. Well, maybe not ass free exactly but while there were most definitely asses present none of them were actually touching me so for all intents and purposes it qualified as an ass free zone in my world.

So there you have it.

Happiness!

Okay, so for those of you who are not aware, Japan has the best sales EVER! Really. Twice a year (I think it's twice...) all of the stores have this crazy sale. For two weeks in July (now!!) and for a couple of weeks in January everything in the frickin' city (okay maybe not everything but whatever) is on sale and alot of stores have 50% off and up. It's so great. We went out shopping for a couple of hours today because I needed new shirts for work and holy cow. I spent about $150 and this is what I bought...4 dressy tank tops, exercise pants, flip flops with little heels (so retarded yet so cute), another tank top(for a dollar), a bobble head Mr.T(for Kohsuke's boss because it was his birthday), a bobble head sea monkey (for me because I'm a dork), 2 t-shirts for Kohsuke, a designer t-shirt that I've had my eye on (regularly about $100 - today $30), a cute purse, 2 bracelets and a bunch of earrings, a keychain for Kohsuke and I think that's it. Seriously. It was so great. Oh wait, I also got a cute little dress for Lilo. Yes, I am one of those people. If I could get shoes to stay on she'd have those too.

This year I'm going to try to save up some money for the sales in January and get me a couple of the $50 grab bags from the jewellery stores. The grab bags are fantastic. Last January I bought 2 of the $20 ones and each bag contained $150 - $200 worth of merchandise. Cute silver necklaces, bracelets and earrings. I get really excited about these things because it's not just crap that they put into the bags. No, no. It's the good stuff I tell you!

Okay, I'm obviously overly excited about this whole situation so now I must go. I'm actually going to go fondle my purchases. I may roll around with thme a bit. You know how it is. Or not. Whatever.

It's so hot. Kill me now.

So I looked on the weather network site this afternoon and it told me that today the temperature is 31 degrees but that with the humidity it feels like 43. 43. Seriously. I'm not even as fond of my air conditioner as I once was because it's on and I'm still feeling the sticky. Blah. Whatever. It's not so bad if I don't move. Or breathe.

And we've been having more computer problems. Yes. We're on a roll. This week the internet on our computer was mysteriously not working for about 5 days and then today...voila! It's back. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy it came back but I just don't understand the inner workings of the computer mind. Very discomboobilating.

What else? Nothing much to tell the truth. I'm just hanging out with Lilo, drawing and watching movies. The upside of having our mac die is that I've been doing alot of drawing and may fork out the cash for some painting supplies from the next paycheck. Because I like painting but what with the computer always distracting me with it's infinite number of undo's I haven't been doing much artsy stuff with the hands. It's good. But I really miss my cd's. What I wouldn't give to have my cd collection arrive at my door! No more computer means no more musical variety. So now I'm stuck with the 20 or so cds I brought with me on the plane and after a year they're really not sounding so good to me anymore.

I haven't got much else to say really. I'm wicked tired because of the puppy (she wakes up at 6) and the heat. I'm feeling a little blah really. I think I'll go out for some sale shopping tomorrow. That should perk me up. I must say, I'm missing you people back in Canada (and New York of course!). I don't seem to have too many people to hang out with lately. Marla come visit me! Now (you can even bring Adam)! Really, what should happen is that all of you should march your furry little butts onto a plane and amuse me asap. It's true. You'll love it. Would I lie to you?

Okay bye.

Crocodile

So we have this new puppy (who is currently chewing my leg if you were wondering) and she's adorable but oh my GOD! It chews everything! As puppies do. I know this. But really. She chews my leg, my elbow, my skirt, my hands, my arms, my ear, my neck, and occasionally my nose. And then there's the sofa, my pillow, the dresser...and so on. She's a monster. So I now call her crocodile. Her name is actually Lilo (from Lilo and Stitch of course) but I'm thinking crocodile suits her much better. And she pees! EVERYWHERE. The floor is okay because it's fake wood flooring so whatever but then there's the blankets (we were watching a movie), my pillow (sitting on the floor), her pillow (maybe giving the puppy her own pillow was premature) and so on. On the up side she's deliberately peed in her actual designated peeing area 3 times so far! Woo hoo! I can't believe that my life is such that the upside now consists solely of the crocodile peeing in her pee spot. Well, that and the cute sleepy puppy smell she gets. Too cute. Thank god she sleeps alot. Kumiko tells me that puppies sleep fpr 20 hours a day which makes me really happy. REALLY HAPPY. And she is already sleeping quietly through the night. Apparently puppies usually take a week to adjust to sleeping without their brothers and sisters piled all over the place and after the first night (which consisted of about 3 hours of sleep punctuated by long bouts of tortured puppy howls), I was thinking I might have to throw myself (or the little angel) out the window! And then last night we put her in her cage thingy and oh the howling!　Seriously，I　thought I might have to kill it but then 5 minutes later...sweet, sweet silence. It was fantastic. And we slept the whole night and in the morning I was almost afraid to look in case she had choked on her own tongue or something and that's where the silence came from but no! She's fine! Currently chewing my belt loop but other than that, fine.

And now I must go because I'm hungry.