Life in Togi has been without adventure. I got my new computer last Saturday, and have spending my time fighting it since then. When one is accustomed to a certain system, it's always hard to adjust. Unfortunately, I was not as young and spry as I had originally thought myself to be, and I find myself staring blankly at Window VISTA, wondering at it's complexity.
I will, however, go on a walk today, in search of adventure. However, roads in Togi are pretty dangerous, so I'm trying to decide which is the safest place to walk to.
Friday, October 26, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
The Month of Hiatus is Nearly at an End
In one day, my life in Japan was changed dramatically, and I was reduced to a hermitage that is reserved only for those who seek such a life. Their reasons, as usual, passing any comprehensible understanding.
I finally got the internet. Three glory-filled days of it was all I was allowed to taste when fate cruelly knocked my computer off of the table. Blaming myself for the accident is too much to bear, so deflecting is the best thing I can do in order to survive this month of undending despair. That same day, I recieved an email that told me that my dog had died.
Bentley was a good boy. I have lost all of my pictures of him, but I will describe him the best I can. He was a gigantic yellow lab, with a mammoth head, and long, dangling jowels. Most importantly, he was stupid. His ignorance granted him an air of amiability, as if he were incapable of such a complex emotion as hate. He was always excitable, and loved to have anyone pay attention to him. That being said, he did have favorites, and I am proud to have been one of them, although I had originally hated the poor thing when I had first met him years before.
The unthinkable happened. My big, friendly dog attacked my brother's girlfriend. They say it was a brain tumour, and it triggered something in his brain. She only survives because Corbyn, the puppy that had always been by Bentely's side, defended her. Animal control was called, and Bentely became no more.
I have a weak constitution for grief, so I visited the bathroom many times in an ill vieled effort to hide my emotional side. Most thought I went there for the shallow reason of my computer breaking. I could not bring myself to correct them.
I find that exercise in these situations is the best way to release all which is pent up inside. So, in order to blow off steam, I go to the volleyball club's practice. Promptly, I sprained my ankle in under eight minutes of play. I could not drive anywhere, I could not walk anywhere. I spent three days in an apartment watching Japanese television and reading the same book over and over again.
Monday came like a breath of fresh air, which assuredly, it rarely ever does.
After that, I have been inflicting my self on all walks of life, preying on their kindness as a means to entertain myself. I visited the Ninja Temple with Majeed, went to a birthday party I don't actually think I was invited too, and call people up nearly every day to see if they will allay some of my boredom. Rachel is the usual victim, and she finds herself being asked to come over nearly every day, at every hour. She is one of the fortunate who has many excuses for she is very popular.
I know that I should be productive in these idle hours, but I find it difficult to have a desire to write without the speed and alacrity that a computer provides. However, I have decided to endeavor to at least write a short story by hand, and keep working even if the self same hand protests.
Expect updates. My new computer will shortly arrive, I'm sure.
I finally got the internet. Three glory-filled days of it was all I was allowed to taste when fate cruelly knocked my computer off of the table. Blaming myself for the accident is too much to bear, so deflecting is the best thing I can do in order to survive this month of undending despair. That same day, I recieved an email that told me that my dog had died.
Bentley was a good boy. I have lost all of my pictures of him, but I will describe him the best I can. He was a gigantic yellow lab, with a mammoth head, and long, dangling jowels. Most importantly, he was stupid. His ignorance granted him an air of amiability, as if he were incapable of such a complex emotion as hate. He was always excitable, and loved to have anyone pay attention to him. That being said, he did have favorites, and I am proud to have been one of them, although I had originally hated the poor thing when I had first met him years before.
The unthinkable happened. My big, friendly dog attacked my brother's girlfriend. They say it was a brain tumour, and it triggered something in his brain. She only survives because Corbyn, the puppy that had always been by Bentely's side, defended her. Animal control was called, and Bentely became no more.
I have a weak constitution for grief, so I visited the bathroom many times in an ill vieled effort to hide my emotional side. Most thought I went there for the shallow reason of my computer breaking. I could not bring myself to correct them.
I find that exercise in these situations is the best way to release all which is pent up inside. So, in order to blow off steam, I go to the volleyball club's practice. Promptly, I sprained my ankle in under eight minutes of play. I could not drive anywhere, I could not walk anywhere. I spent three days in an apartment watching Japanese television and reading the same book over and over again.
Monday came like a breath of fresh air, which assuredly, it rarely ever does.
After that, I have been inflicting my self on all walks of life, preying on their kindness as a means to entertain myself. I visited the Ninja Temple with Majeed, went to a birthday party I don't actually think I was invited too, and call people up nearly every day to see if they will allay some of my boredom. Rachel is the usual victim, and she finds herself being asked to come over nearly every day, at every hour. She is one of the fortunate who has many excuses for she is very popular.
I know that I should be productive in these idle hours, but I find it difficult to have a desire to write without the speed and alacrity that a computer provides. However, I have decided to endeavor to at least write a short story by hand, and keep working even if the self same hand protests.
Expect updates. My new computer will shortly arrive, I'm sure.
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