http://www.pvponline.com/2009/06/22/

I totally need a girl who can give me a nerd-on like that.

Okay so I am 26 and I am stuck at home at 8:30 on a Friday night, because my parents, without consulting me, offered to take their friends' dog in for the weekend while said friends went to some wedding, and then decided that THEY (parents) would go out with some of their friends because OF COURSE I could stay here and take care of the Marlow's dog and our own.  I'd put them both in their kennels and go do something but no... their friends' dog doesn't LIKE being in his kennel and barks nonstop and then shits in the kennel and of course I'd have to clean it up.

WHAT THE FUCK.

FUCKING allergies.  I have not been able to open my right eye in an hour.  Fuck you, wisconsin.  Lay off the goddamned pollen for one night, please?

In 2007 my parents and I went to Japan during my spring break. I've always wanted to go and it was beyond awesome. When I got back I started to write a journal (titled "There and Back Again, an Otaku's Holiday") chronicling each day of the trip, but lost my notes and only got through the first 4 days. This is the first post...

Japan was great... I took over 30 miniature pages of notes and I will eventually compile them into a solid, long accounting of the trip... until then, you shall have to remain ignorant of the details. Or ask me or something. I don't know. You figure it out; that's what I pay you for. The check is in the email.

Going 10 days without my computer was getting tough near the end of the trip, when my book-remaining level grew short and tried to read less. I ended with a book and a half left before I bought more to serve as padding for the airport... I never travel without a two-book buffer in case I get stuck somewhere.

Per my friend's request, I procured several uber-cheesy things that his wife will surely be THRILLED to have around their new house. I tried to find a Totoro something for another friend, but apparently he is not as popular as I was led to believe. Also, anime stores in Japan suck the proverbial goat scrotum. Large selection, yes, but you wouldn't really want to go into them unless you enjoy having externally-induced epileptic seizures and no one being able to help you because you cannot move an inch for all the middle-schoolers crammed into the place.

As for pictures... well, why would I take any when my dad, the museum-displayed photographer, was with me? Of course, knowing his penchant for taking pictures at the highest resolution possible, I doubt I'll be able to get any of small enough filesize to put up here... I'll see what I can do, but a really simple solution would be for people to come visit me, so they can be subjected to a slide show.

In other thoughts:
Michael Winslow (the sound effects guy from spaceballs and police academy) is awesome... I want to have him follow me around and provide a soundtrack for my life. Though I guess usually that would just be typing noises.
This marks the 4th week in a row that I have been unable to get Boogie Wonderland and Billie Jean to stop cycling through my head.
Go-go Gadget Rollerscates.