2009.04.03

A couple of nights ago I had a dream where everything was going my way. Perhaps it wasn’t the best, but at least things were crawling in the right direction. It seems like that was a karmatic warning for me. The director of the pantomime is pissed off at me (which I can accept) and is completely misunderstanding why I did what I did (which saddens me). I feel as if the people would get more enjoyment of doing the play without me and having a DVD be made than if I were to join in the play and there not be one. As one person put it, “Imagine the drunk funs times we’ll have watching it and remembering how dumb we were.” Then, there’s also the parent and friends outside of the Sendai area factor. They’d get to see it. My role really isn’t that important. But, I did tell her (the director) that having the DVD would mean more to everyone than it means for me to be in it. I can see how that could be taken the wrong way. I obviously didn’t take it the wrong way because I understand my feelings. She did because I didn’t do a good job of explaining my feelings. I hope that she will forgive me eventually. AND, I also spilled coffee on my futon, comforter-like thing, pillow, and carpet this morning. The pillow took most of the brunt of the spilled coffee. I think I’m going to have to get a new one. Oh well; time to drown my sorrows in shopping, food, and drinks…maybe. There’s also video games and movies; drawing and writing, exercise too. Y’know, sometimes I think I’d be much better off living on a mountainside with little to no human contact, but for that I’d have to have a way to support myself. All I need to do is become a famous writer or something so I can work at home and never leave it except to occasionally go grocery shopping. Maybe I can get a maid to do that. Sometimes I really do think that would be the best way to go about living. Maybe I could just move to Poland. But if the economies keep going the way they have been, who knows if being an author would be such a prestigious career option as it used to be (assuming you actually sold a decent amount of books that is). Perhaps I’ve just been thinking too much lately. I am currently sitting in a completely empty staff room with only the tea lady who never says a full sentence to me for company. I might just be feeling a little left out. But there is no way I will be able to sit through the staff meeting. Maybe what I need to do is go sit at the Starbucks in the most visible seat and draw nudey pictures…and by that, I mean the 11’ x 14’ pin-ups for March of Dimes that I’m doing.

I tried Cafè Ole with lemon juice, a Cafè Leme if you will, and it’s worse than the Mocha Leme. If you are going to try one yourself, I suggest the Mocha Leme. It’s surprisingly tasty…and curdled.

I looked at a schedule for the gym classes today. I highlighted ones that I might be interested in. There’s quite a few. I’m going to have to look up the teachers of the classes online tonight (http://inspa.jp if anyone wants to check it out) and see how they strike me. I’m already doing the “Fighting” one and have no plans of stopping. It’s a great class – I love it. Some of the classes I highlighted are: Zumba, Flamenco, Belly Dance Beginner (since you gotta pay extra for the higher level), Hot Yoga, Crunch Circuit, Latin Dance, Hula Dance, Aerobics Beginner (since I’ve never done it before), Stretch Circuit, Fighting (with a different teacher), Aerobics Latin 45 (‘cause just listen to the name, man, listen to it), and Rock Dance (since I have no idea what that could be). There a couple that just confused me, so I want to read the description of them and they are “Hot Diet,” and “Diet School.”

I think I should give up coffee…and cut back on black teas. Not sure how that is going to go especially since I’m in the coffee club at school and whatnot, but we’ll see. It may not go anywhere, and this idea might be spawned from a slight distaste I have hidden within me for coffee from this morning’s incident.

My music might be trying to tell me something. The first song it played: Clay Aiken’s Solitaire. Coincidence, perhaps, but it might be my life councilor.

2009.04.02

I’m planning on quitting the pantomime today. It’s now 11.06 in the morning, and I don’t have access to the Internet here except on a shared computer and I don’t have my flash drive to take the Word file that I typed up my resignation in and take it to the shared computer to send it. So, that is my plan for tonight. Send resignation, and then go to boxercise.
I helped clean today at school. It was entertaining. I dirtied up my shirt, but that ain’t no big thing.
The Mocha Leme actually tasted pretty good. As should be expected with something made from milk, it separated. But, other than that, it was darn good. Chocolate and peppers work better. I wonder what other flavors will work with coffee and lemon. Something not milk based, eh.
All the 4-nen teachers had lunch (which is to say: everyone who isn’t an 1, 2, or 3-nen sei teacher is one…so the heads of the ‘departments,’ the (vice) principal, accountants, cooking staff, and nurses…and me, the foreigner) had lunch together. It was a darn good lunch. There was a little self-intro time in which I made all my hobbies a secret. Luckily they accepted that. I mean, I would have told them if they asked, but I’m bad at all my hobbies so the last thing I need is to have them go on display.
A girl who has spent the last 3 years in Thailand came in today. She’s going to be entering into 2-nen. Her English is darn good from what I’ve heard – I’m not sure if she’s fluent just ‘cause she’s only spoken about 3 sentences, but she seems like it.

I did send in my 'resignation' from the pantomime. Hopefully they'll accept it. If not...then it's really going to suck. A LOT.
Boxercise, or as they say it "Fighting Power," has changed into "Fighting" today. I'm excited to see what the differences are...if any. It should rock!
Later!