yay, more adjectives! emotionally resilient. visually, peripherally inclined, and, thus, easily distracted. short. brown. bald (usually). my mom is filippino, my dad is costa-rican/italian, which generally makes me one of three things: mexican or (less often) middle-eastern in the u.s.; black in japan. excellent. originally from socal, die-hard trojan, still harboring bittersweet feelings about a personally long-coveted football national championship that arrived two years after i graduated and was not even able to attend the last, best game. yes, these things are important to me. weekends typically spent making sarcastic remarks to fellow bartenders in english regarding japanese patrons of the nightclub where i moonlight, followed by an inebriated combination of dancing and dodging little cross-eyed girls who want a piece of the "black guy." and yet, the game never gets old =P and i took the above pic with my phone -- God , i love japan! moving on....

I am lethargic, sensitive, and restless

at first glance... well, absolutely nothing besides really, really enjoying it, actually. upon deeper inspection, putting all my eggs in one basket in the blind hope that i am correct in my current (albeit frivolous) conviction that i am supposed to spend the rest of my life in japan. and exhale.... (oh, and, uh, teaching english at a technical h.s.)

running fast / wasting time / procrastinating / staying in bed all day / generally spending a long time accomplishing absolutely nothing / videogames (sports ones, anyway) / programming the vcr / being polite / rationalizing things to myself / ending sections of text with (random parentheticals) and....

my headphones, usually inciting some reservation as to whether or not to actually speak to me. my shiny head. my arms (hey, japanese girls are nothing to foreign males if not overly flattering). um... the fact that i'm short.

a quick, unofficial tally reveals, most of the things that are bad for you. well, that and "transformers" and tomatoes.

kayo - gamecube - music - lil bro - a journal of some sort - prayer

payday; what may or may not have happened the previous evening (and how in the hell i got home)

working the floor and/or the bar - OR - (now) on a bus to fukuoka

i dance with other girls WAAAAAY too much. oh, and the asian girl "fetish" (i prefer "preference") i've rather openly harbored since i first saw "karate kid 2" in the theater. you'd think i'd be more embarassed about this.... (oh, and i guess the fact that i've actually updated my profile -- additions, deletions, grammatical edits -- about 6 or 7 times since first creating it a couple HOURS ago, mostly in avoidance of putting together my 30% of the english final exam we're administering in a couple days. yes!)

...on the tip / of [your] tongue / an offensive is poised and reeaarring; you're really bored and won't feel too offended if, for whatever reason (including the possibility that, despite putting all this wasted time into building this profile, i never visit here again), i don't immediately (or, uh, ever) message you back.