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It's Tuesday, July 9, 1991. Ohtawara-shi, Tochigi-ken, Japan.
I'm at Nozaki Chu Gakko (Nozaki Junior High School) and I can't believe I'm here.
Sure, I can't believe I'm actually living in Japan, but to be back teaching today especially after my OBOE (Ohtawara Board of Education) office told me to take the week off.
I explained that since I'd be going on vacation next week, I wanted to spend as much time as possible with the kids. The fact that this week I was at Nozaki, made it more palpable, as these kids were always the nicest to me. And I did sleep with the girl's Physical Education teacher here, too.
So... I volunteered to go in to work this week.
I must be even more insane than previously diagnosed.
In the past month or so, I've gone through a break-up with my cute girlfriend Ashley, had a week-long fling with a university student interning at another school who then decided to stalk me for a couple of weeks... and despite her looking like a model—and us have some awesome sex several several times a day (yes, I wrote the word 'several' twice), it was starting to affect me—what with no sleep and all. Besides... I was trying to re-woo Ashley back... slowly but surely.
To top it off, Shoko, a young, shy local foxy lady was also interested me, and I in her. I also slept with and made out with a few other women - in short, I was a pig. A man, to be sure. But a pig, nonetheless.
At school, I have four classes in a row, and am dead tired.
One of the classes has a new girl—a tiny, little thing who lived in Mexico City and San Diego, California for six years. While she is of Japanese descent, I can tell she's going to hate it here—what with all of the different social rules to learn. Poor kid.
My fourth class of the day is a self-introduction session with a first-year (Grade 7) class. I missed them during my previous visit. Because I was unprepared for this, I didn't have photos or other props, so it's just me talking and them listening... until the end when they ask me questions. Stunned. I'm totally shocked and stunned and not less than a little amazed. Some even asked in English! I answer everything! It's fun, they are polite, and I have 30 more new friends!
After lunch, Oyamada-sensei decides we should go for a drive. So we do... to a Tochigi-ken park in Yaita-shi called Terayama Koen. It's beautiful, and drizzling rain, of course. I also don't have a camera to take photos of those beautiful area.
There's an animal sanctuary there, and we see a Black Kite, Raccoon Dog, Ural Owl, Northern Goshawk and some Aleutian Canada Geese. I've never seen any of these particular creatures before.
Despite being excited, I'm also a bit sad as these creatures are in—in my own opinion—shoddy surroundings. There's little fresh air inside. The area they live in is old. It smells. It's cramped. And there are bugs all over the place and on the creatures.
Ah... but then why should the animals live better than the average Japanese person. That's a joke. Sort of.
We then tour a museum full of stuffed creatures that lived in Japan—bears, mountain goats, wild boars—I say lived (past tense, because while the species exist still in Japan, these ones are dead and stuffed. It's all amazing, though.
Aside from some Japanese snow monkeys, crows, frogs, a mouse or two, dogs, cats and fish, I've not seen many animals I wouldn't have seen anywhere else in the world. It's amazing. I'm glad their timely death has brought me some measure of pleasure.
We then travel to a campsite where apparently Oyamada-sensei and some first-year students will camp five to a tent in August for a few days—as part of a class bonding project.
What a wonderfully strange day so far. Can it get any better?
I arrive back at my apartment at 5:30PM, eat a steak—a steak can cost a lot of money here, but what the heck else am I going to do with all of my money? Save it? I'd rather live while I'm over here! It's a Kobe steak marbled with fat!
After I chop up some vegetables for a dinner here tomorrow with my boss, friend and kyudo (Japanese archery) teacher (sensei) Kanemaru-san, I settle down to watch a few videos.
The doorbell rings.
It's Ashley. Fresh from an enkai (party), she's leaning against the door frame in all her drunken glory. She was unexpected, and says she doesn't think she can safely ride her bicycle home (though she did ride to my place), and can she stay a while?
"Sure," I say eagerly. (It appears as though she trusts me).
Getting Ashley drunk was part of my seduction plan... and since she's already saved me considerable sums of money by coming here already hammered, the greasy wheels in my head begin turning.
I ask for an receive a neck massage—for 40 minutes—while we watch some videos I have and she drinks some Coke to try and sober up. While she massages me, I massage her feet—ripping off her socks to play with her toes.
I then give her a massage. Since she's totally into it, I make my move and kiss her neck. She must have remembered that we were no longer bf/gf (boyfriend/girlfriend) and stiffened up. Dammit! I need more booze! Stat!
Back up on the couch, I grab her legs and put them up on my lap. No problem. I massage her feet and toes. No problem. I lick her toes and glance up shyly at her face. She's staring straight ahead at the television. No problem. But after repeated licks and kisses there, I notice she has her eyes rolled back into head.
Sure it could have been the booze and she had passed out, but I like to think she was enjoying it.
She moaned in pleasure.
See? I told you she was enjoying it.
Just to make sure she wasn't moaning in drunken agony, I asked her if she enjoyed what I was doing.
"Yes."
Do you want me to stop?
"You can keep going if you want to."
So I do. She must have enjoyed it because she stuck around until 2AM with me doing more of the same.
As she got up to leave, I ask for a kiss.
She does, but it's just a peck on the lips.
That's bloody strange. After what I was doing to her feet and toes? I get a peck on the lips? Does my breath smell of feet?
When she leaves, I finish cooking the chili for tomorrow nights dinner and then go to bed getting only three hours sleep.
Oh... the damn phone kept ringing while I was making the moves on Ashley. It was Matthew two times, his girlfriend Takako twice, and MariAnn once... bastards. I have to take the phone calls, because as far as Ashey is concerned, I'm not doing anything sexual. Well, not yet, I suppose.
Takako tells me of an upcoming party that I should take Shoko to. Thanks Takako. I'm trying to figure out how to schtupp Ashley and now I have to date Shoko. Not that this is a bad thing! Oh... and today, my mom sent me over several several boxes of condoms (yes, I wrote the word 'several' twice).
Somewhere the groundwork is being laid by,
Andrew Joseph
Today's blog title is by The Bloodhound Gang: AOOWOOOOO!
It's Tuesday, July 9, 1991. Ohtawara-shi, Tochigi-ken, Japan.
I'm at Nozaki Chu Gakko (Nozaki Junior High School) and I can't believe I'm here.
Sure, I can't believe I'm actually living in Japan, but to be back teaching today especially after my OBOE (Ohtawara Board of Education) office told me to take the week off.
I explained that since I'd be going on vacation next week, I wanted to spend as much time as possible with the kids. The fact that this week I was at Nozaki, made it more palpable, as these kids were always the nicest to me. And I did sleep with the girl's Physical Education teacher here, too.
So... I volunteered to go in to work this week.
I must be even more insane than previously diagnosed.
In the past month or so, I've gone through a break-up with my cute girlfriend Ashley, had a week-long fling with a university student interning at another school who then decided to stalk me for a couple of weeks... and despite her looking like a model—and us have some awesome sex several several times a day (yes, I wrote the word 'several' twice), it was starting to affect me—what with no sleep and all. Besides... I was trying to re-woo Ashley back... slowly but surely.
To top it off, Shoko, a young, shy local foxy lady was also interested me, and I in her. I also slept with and made out with a few other women - in short, I was a pig. A man, to be sure. But a pig, nonetheless.
At school, I have four classes in a row, and am dead tired.
One of the classes has a new girl—a tiny, little thing who lived in Mexico City and San Diego, California for six years. While she is of Japanese descent, I can tell she's going to hate it here—what with all of the different social rules to learn. Poor kid.
My fourth class of the day is a self-introduction session with a first-year (Grade 7) class. I missed them during my previous visit. Because I was unprepared for this, I didn't have photos or other props, so it's just me talking and them listening... until the end when they ask me questions. Stunned. I'm totally shocked and stunned and not less than a little amazed. Some even asked in English! I answer everything! It's fun, they are polite, and I have 30 more new friends!
After lunch, Oyamada-sensei decides we should go for a drive. So we do... to a Tochigi-ken park in Yaita-shi called Terayama Koen. It's beautiful, and drizzling rain, of course. I also don't have a camera to take photos of those beautiful area.
There's an animal sanctuary there, and we see a Black Kite, Raccoon Dog, Ural Owl, Northern Goshawk and some Aleutian Canada Geese. I've never seen any of these particular creatures before.
Despite being excited, I'm also a bit sad as these creatures are in—in my own opinion—shoddy surroundings. There's little fresh air inside. The area they live in is old. It smells. It's cramped. And there are bugs all over the place and on the creatures.
Ah... but then why should the animals live better than the average Japanese person. That's a joke. Sort of.
We then tour a museum full of stuffed creatures that lived in Japan—bears, mountain goats, wild boars—I say lived (past tense, because while the species exist still in Japan, these ones are dead and stuffed. It's all amazing, though.
Aside from some Japanese snow monkeys, crows, frogs, a mouse or two, dogs, cats and fish, I've not seen many animals I wouldn't have seen anywhere else in the world. It's amazing. I'm glad their timely death has brought me some measure of pleasure.
We then travel to a campsite where apparently Oyamada-sensei and some first-year students will camp five to a tent in August for a few days—as part of a class bonding project.
What a wonderfully strange day so far. Can it get any better?
I arrive back at my apartment at 5:30PM, eat a steak—a steak can cost a lot of money here, but what the heck else am I going to do with all of my money? Save it? I'd rather live while I'm over here! It's a Kobe steak marbled with fat!
After I chop up some vegetables for a dinner here tomorrow with my boss, friend and kyudo (Japanese archery) teacher (sensei) Kanemaru-san, I settle down to watch a few videos.
The doorbell rings.
It's Ashley. Fresh from an enkai (party), she's leaning against the door frame in all her drunken glory. She was unexpected, and says she doesn't think she can safely ride her bicycle home (though she did ride to my place), and can she stay a while?
"Sure," I say eagerly. (It appears as though she trusts me).
Getting Ashley drunk was part of my seduction plan... and since she's already saved me considerable sums of money by coming here already hammered, the greasy wheels in my head begin turning.
I ask for an receive a neck massage—for 40 minutes—while we watch some videos I have and she drinks some Coke to try and sober up. While she massages me, I massage her feet—ripping off her socks to play with her toes.
I then give her a massage. Since she's totally into it, I make my move and kiss her neck. She must have remembered that we were no longer bf/gf (boyfriend/girlfriend) and stiffened up. Dammit! I need more booze! Stat!
Back up on the couch, I grab her legs and put them up on my lap. No problem. I massage her feet and toes. No problem. I lick her toes and glance up shyly at her face. She's staring straight ahead at the television. No problem. But after repeated licks and kisses there, I notice she has her eyes rolled back into head.
Sure it could have been the booze and she had passed out, but I like to think she was enjoying it.
She moaned in pleasure.
See? I told you she was enjoying it.
Just to make sure she wasn't moaning in drunken agony, I asked her if she enjoyed what I was doing.
"Yes."
Do you want me to stop?
"You can keep going if you want to."
So I do. She must have enjoyed it because she stuck around until 2AM with me doing more of the same.
As she got up to leave, I ask for a kiss.
She does, but it's just a peck on the lips.
That's bloody strange. After what I was doing to her feet and toes? I get a peck on the lips? Does my breath smell of feet?
When she leaves, I finish cooking the chili for tomorrow nights dinner and then go to bed getting only three hours sleep.
Oh... the damn phone kept ringing while I was making the moves on Ashley. It was Matthew two times, his girlfriend Takako twice, and MariAnn once... bastards. I have to take the phone calls, because as far as Ashey is concerned, I'm not doing anything sexual. Well, not yet, I suppose.
Takako tells me of an upcoming party that I should take Shoko to. Thanks Takako. I'm trying to figure out how to schtupp Ashley and now I have to date Shoko. Not that this is a bad thing! Oh... and today, my mom sent me over several several boxes of condoms (yes, I wrote the word 'several' twice).
Somewhere the groundwork is being laid by,
Andrew Joseph
Today's blog title is by The Bloodhound Gang: AOOWOOOOO!
