The other day I was playing basketball in a local league. In the middle of the game, I was going for a rebound when some guy kneed me in the nuts. Not cool. My nuts of steel broke his knee, and he went down like a little bitch. Then my nuts went all Real Ultimate Power on his ass and he was done.
I've finally gotten myself motivated enough to learn how to play music on the guitar when it's in standard notation. One step closer to becoming the flavor of the week: singer/songwriter. Every time I hear someone use that term I'm torn between my desire to retch and punch them in the face. I'm not sure what it is, but when something's popular I'm inexplicably drawn to hate on it (and the people who participate).
I've been known to pause and think, from time to time. In a normal day, there comes a point when I think back to my life in Japan (during my third year of university), and I think to myself:
"God damn I hate this place. I want to be back in Japan."
But it doesn't seem like many people really understand this sentiment. And so the only person I can really talk to about it is the guy that lived next to me during my time there. He hates this place as much as I do (actually, probably more than I do, since I'm mostly okay with my life here...I just liked my Japanese life so much more).
But now that I have all these ties to people here in the country, the state, and the city, it's a lot harder for me to decide it's time to pack up a suitcase and just bail. I've never been in one place for longer than two years since graduating from high school. It's been over a year that I've been in Washington now, and it's only a matter of time before it's time to bail out of here and run off again.
And god damn all I want to do is go back to Japan.