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So, yeah, hi!
For this post, I'm going to be lazy and talk about things that do not require pictures, because... I'm too lazy to put all of that s**t into Photobucket, at the moment... Go me...
So... I saw War of the Worlds in Japan... in English with Japanese subtitles... T'was odd... But I wanted the ad thingie for the Naruto movie outside the theatre... It had these suction kunai and a target... I wanted it... still do...
Apparently, Sukotto-sama's Internet connection has kicked the bucket, so let's all have a moment of silence for it.
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Okay, that's enough.
So, anyway, the first night in Tokyo, this Aussie group walked in, and on the way to our room there were a few in our elevator. Apparently, they heard us talking about our room, because they called at, like, 11:00PM. They'd found out what room the girls were on (thanks to Kate and me) and had dialed a random number. They got us. Damn ironic.
Anyway, they invited us to the garden that the hotel had, and we snuck out and talked to them for about an hour and a half. I was afraid we were going to be caught the whole time, but it was fun. (And the Aussie's hate Steve Irwin like whoa. They called him a cocker. Because, apparently, ******** and ******** are more of an American slander.)
The last night there, my other roommate got some alcohol, and I took a sip, because cats are deathly curious. It was SUPPOSEDLY 5% alcohol. So, my alcohol tolerance must be, like, -42, or something. An hour (give or take) later, my stomach was very upset at me (not pukey upset), and my reaction time was severely compromised. Here I am, trying to set the alarm and it's like "Okay, 7:30, stop when you see 7:20. Wait... Why's it already 8:00?" And all this on a sip of supposedly 5% alcohol.
So, yeah, my tolerance is... terrible. It tasted fine, too, until the aftertaste hit, and then it [the drink] was like "HAH! I taste like s**t!" So yeah, this is yet another reason to NOT drink.
And Kate (my other roomie) fell down Mt. Fuji and twisted her ankle. She had to hobble around with her walking stick. (She is also known as the Yaoi Girl, as she introduced many people to Gravitation on the trip.) Jordon, one of the others in the group, pissed me off by figuring this a great inequity. He threatened to take her walking stick and knock her over, because she got taxis and stuff when the rest of us had to walk. As if I didn't dislike him BEFORE that comment...
Firesighn · Thu Jul 21, 2005 @ 11:09pm · 5 Comments |
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