No, Really, I Am an American

So I’ve been wanting to post stuff for the past couple days. I hate how dependent I’ve become on the internet. It’s to the point where I can’t quite remember what I used to do before I became addicted.

Been living at the house for something like a week. My hellish eleven or twelve day week is almost over. Honestly, I barely feel it. Perhaps it’s due to the fact that I don’t really work twelve hours or anything, so it ain’t like I oughta been dead tired. It ain’t exactly like my job is hard neither; it’s really just a matter of time. There are still things that I have to settle at the house, like buying a garbage can and an iron and stuff.

Work itself has actually be pretty enjoyable. Yeah, I think it’s pretty safe to say that I like teaching. I get a kick out of it, but I must admit that there are times when I want to take some more time with the students. Take today for instance, my last two students were way frustrated with their performance in the lesson. It wasn’t like they were slow of wit or anything — Megumi is fluent in both Korean and Japanese (born in Korea and everything), sometimes there are only so many languages one can process, and Yukako was have a little trouble speculating using modal verbs + have + past participles or present perfect progressive. Hell, I wasn’t even sure I was able to follow the lesson aims and I like grammar!

But yeah, my students have made it a pleasure really. I may dislike the company, but it isn’t about the company and profit to me, it’s about my students. Mr. Miller’s words filter into my memory at times like this: You get out of it what you put into it.

I think another part of it all that has made it worth going to work is the fact that I have found more people to talk to. There’s the Fight Club, of course, but there’s also my TI Alex, and this chap Rob who I’ve really started to talk to more (he’s apart of the Saturday Lunch Group). I was thinking of all the people I want to invite to our housewarming, and I’m finding that I actually have a few friends. It’s borderline creepifying.

Wow. I’m actually at a MediaCafe right now, and I just found the menu. If I wanted, I could get KFC delivered to this booth. Wicked. Oh, and for the record, I’m not much for Okinomiyaki. The cabbage just doesn’t do it for me, I don’t think.

I’m talking myself out of yet another crush. It just isn’t worth it, I don’t think; and the more I think about it, I bet the person I’m crushing on wouldn’t be too keen on this notion. Kind of like how I don’t like thinking about Eliza Dushku on some levels. It just doesn’t seem fair to me. I never said I made sense or anything. Let’s all remember that jessi-logic barely resembles Earth-logic. (And a parodied quote to boot! Name it!)

I’ve been thinking about Kit of all people lately. You’d think it would be Natasha on my mind, but strangely not. I wonder if it would be fair of me to call him the person who came between us. My first reaction is no, but he was the person she frequently ditched me for; and this is on a strictly friendship level on the surface. I think maybe these thoughts can be attributed to the fact that I’ve been listening to a lot of Mozart lately. I wonder if Kit’s playing in an orchestra somewhere or some such.

Speaking of which, I am way stoked about this concert on August 20th. The Osaka Symphony Orchestra, or whatever they’re called…there may be a “Philharmonic” thrown in there for good measure — is playing Beethoven’s 5th AND Dvorak’s 9th. No lie. I’m more excited about the latter, but hearing the Fifth wouldn’t be too bad, either. There was something else they were playing to start off with, but the piece eludes me. I will make it to this concert; I have decided! I missed two other perfectly good concerts already, there’s no way I’m willing to miss Dvorak’s 9th. (ETA: Just checked the poster again today, July 31rst, and they are also playing Schubert’s Unfinished Symphony …wicked good program if you ask me!)

I think that’s all I can get out there presently. I don’t have my watch on and it’s possible my remaining half hour is up. Thus, I shall post this and be on my merry way.

Miss you all. Someone punch me Da for me. And yes, Mike, I’ll see what I can do about Lint Wars.