i woke up at 5 pm today. i went to sleep at 7 am, and i wanted to sleep more but i knew i would totally screw up my schedule if i slept for any longer. i have missed classes yesterday and missed my only one today that was from 11 30 till 2 30. these past few days have been tough because of my cold, but it finally seems to be going away.
i walked over to one of the donut and coffee shops on campus and stood in line listening to crystal castles on my i pod. i was listening to them a little loudly and it must have sounded like i was listening to lame geeky techno. no, i was listening to indie hipster electronic music. it was finally my turn to order. i ordered a small coffee with lots of sugar and milk in it, some berry yogurt, an apple juice, a toasted bagel with cream cheese on it, and 3 donuts. i have this card that has a bunch of money on it that you can only use in some stores on campus. it came with my dorm meal plan. i still have around 200 bucks on it and it feels like you are getting stuff for free when you use it. thats why i ordered so much crap. i took it all and sat down and listened to more crystal castles and ate the yogurt and drank the apple juice. then i ate half of the bagel and i didnt like it so i threw the other half away for the rats to eat. then i took my coffee and 3 donuts and walked back to my room while drinking my sweet creamy coffee.
i killed time by listening to music and looking at music reviews on the internet. then it was 7 so i had to go eat. i smoked a little bit of pot like i have been doing recently. i wont be able to smoke much pot soon in japan, so i have to smoke as much as i can right now so that i become the pot master. i went to the cafeteria and put some rice, potatos, and steamed vegetables on my plate. then i splattered gravy with mushrooms onto my food. the selection today was horrible. i sat down with a cup of coke and tasted the food. even with pot the food was tough to eat. the potatos tasted like they were crushed up once, then stuffed back together and left sitting for a week. the rice tasted like it was sitting under the sun in mexico. the vegetables tasted like they had soap in them or something, and the gravy made everything look like shit.
i ate it all and went to get some more food. i saw my good japanese friend that dances to music like a toy. i took a piece of pizza and he got a sandwich and we sat and talked. the pizza looked like a piece of human flesh. the cheese looked like skin, the tomato sauce looked like blood, and the inner cheese bread looked like fat. when i tell my friends that are eating pizza that it looks like human flesh they usually stop eating and get something else to eat. its a great way to make your friends stop eating pizza. then i went to get tea and i saw the prettiest girl i have ever seen. i see her sometimes in the cafeteria but ive never talked to her. since im moving out of residence soon i probably wont ever get to talk to her unless i man up and sit next to her or something but no, id rather just think about her face.
then my and my friend finished eating and i asked him if he was going to the library after to study because thats what the japanese friends i have here always do. he said maybe, and i told him im going because i need to work on a japanese english translation project and he told me he will help me. i went back to my room and inhaled pot smoke 3 times. gotta be the pot master, never gonna give up. then i started walking over to the library. i felt like having orange juice so i put 2 bucks into a vending machine and pressed the orange juice button. it made a sound, and gave me 25 cents back. WHERE THE FUCK IS MY ORANGE JUICE i thought in my head, and i started to walk away. then i went back and stuck my hand up the part where the orange juice should have came from. some people saw me. i must have looked like a retarded teen trying to get free juice. i walked over to another vending machine and bought another orange juice with money that my mom sent me. she always makes sure i have money. even when the family is low on money. <3
this time it worked. canadian vending machines are a joke. they still use old crappy vending machines that dont work a quarter of the time. you cant use bills, and the machine that gives you coins for bills is always out of service and even when it is, you need a clean almost unused bill or else it just gives you your bill back. in japan you never have to worry about anything like that.
i got to the library and saw my japanese friend and another japanese friend. they were with a canadian and they told me that he was writing a paper on marijuana legalization. i asked him if it would become cheaper and he said he didnt know and i immediately lost interest. he said that it would enable more research on it and stuff.
then i pulled out the japanese story and we started working on it. it was hard japanese, and we talked about how it must be hard for the other students in my class that suck at japanese. after around 30 minutes of translating we flipped a page and saw a drawing i did of a guy bad tripping on some kind of drug covered in sweat with his eyes screwed up. we both laughed and the other japanese friend that is around 24 years old came over. he looked at it and laughed. they think im really creative. the drawing wasnt that creative. i use honorifics when i talk to to the 24 year old guy, which means that i basically add "sir" after each sentence. in japanese you have to use honorifics to older people than you and its way more complicated then just adding "sir" to the end of the sentence. i dont like using it because it makes you sound like a slave. i almost never use it but one day i was with my japanese friends and we decided that i would use honorifics to the oldest of us. it makes it hard to talk to him, but it shows respect and he is nice so its fine.
we worked on my translation thing for a little more, and then came closing time. we left and i told them about my the vending machine stealing my orange juice. we made fun of vending machines here and laughed. then we got to the vending machine that stole my money and the old guy said that he will buy another one and see if 2 will come out. he said he was scared because either none could come out, one could come out, or 2 could come out. he put a coin in and it came out. we laughed. he didnt even consider that option. unable to buy. he put another one in and it also came out. we laughed. then the other guy put a coin in and it worked. we laughed again because of the randomness of it. he was able to put in all of his coins with any coming out. we all took a deep breath of air. he pressed the orange juice button, and the machine stopped for a few seconds, and then 5 drinks came out. we cheered, what an amazing miracle. he broke the curse. he gave us each an orange juice and kept the 3 other juices. we said we should write a warning for other foreign students who come from places with better technology. we couldnt think of a simple good one. i needed to go pee so i told them so and ran to the toilet near by. then i came out and we decided to write "Warning: drinks may not come out" or something like that on the warning sticker that has a picture of the vending machine falling on a person.
then i came back to my room. time to think of something to do.