The Real Deal

So I'm going to rescind that last post, attributing it to what I have decided may or may not be the first signs of a slight case of culture shock. If I were living down south, near a larger city, I imagine I wouldn't be so... I hesitate to say bitter... put-off, but the truth of the matter is - I've never lived in a tiny city far from anything at all resembling my former hobbies and habits. So of course an adjustment period is to be anticipated. And the last post was a bit of a lie anyway - I do have prospects for a social life, and those will be detailed forthwith.

First and foremost, here's a cool/probably-incredibly-surprising bit of news: I've just started practicing with a BREAK DANCE CREW. Huh? Yeah, for real yo. I've actually got "practice" in a few minutes so this post may end up being a bit short than I/you'd like. But yeah, what the hell is an inflexible person like me doing in a dance crew? You got me, but the dudes and chicks in it are pretty cool, its pretty good exercise, and more than anything I figure its high time I learn how to school an opponent on the dance floor. Practice is held in this incredibly large bar, as far as Japan-standards are concerned, with an older woman tending. She's cool as hell, talkative, and is real keen on giving us samples of local spirits/wine. I can tell you right now, don't even think about trying Iwate-made red "wine". If I 'm not mistaken, they just got an empty wine bottle, filled it with Thunderbird, and slapped a nice-looking label on it. Dreadful stuff.

This is a bit tangental, but its also worth mentioning I had my first BOE-viewed class on Wednesday. I wasn't particularly worried about it before hand, having had all my prep work done for quite some time, and afterwards, having heard the results, was more than pleased with my reception. HOWEVER. Interac paid me a wonderful call not 2 minutes before the start of that class with some news concerning water, burst pipes, and my apartment. Talk about serendipity. I wouldn't call my class anything close to a fugue state, but that's not to say I was really paying attention to what I was doing, concerning my brain-power to thinking "shit, what's broken...?" Fortunately, they lied. I got home and nothing was leaking, wet, or showed any signs indicating anything at all had been/continued to be wrong. I'm still not really sure what the fuss was about, but I know that whatever it was it wasn't my fault, and it also explained my water bill for this month being astronomically high. So that worked out well.

Gonna cut this short - gotta go make an ass of myself.