I have very little time to write this blog so here goes nothing. Don't mind my stream of conciousness (not that I every wrote in a coherent narrative save the one about the earthquake).
Okay, finally back in Tokyo and its been really busy. I've had back to back choir practice for two days and I still can't get all the lyrics right. That, and the one song in english has no, I repeat, no melody. The other, its just a matter of overcoming the language barrier and coping with the speed. Did I ever mention that I had joined a choir group? For some strange reason most of the members are economics majors. Go figure.
Sunday went to a hanami party (cherry blossom viewing picnic) with fellow choir members. A few thing to know about these events: 1, a cherry tree is in full blossom for only about a weeks worth of time so you usually get one go at it, 2, drinking. Oh, yes the drinking. For those of you farmiliar with the Japanese people, you know they are usually very reserved. Well after they get drunk, they are just like any other college student, loud and incoherent. Very interesting to see. My group played a game called "osama". The only people terrorized are those playing, I promise. Actually, "osama" translates to "king" and is a twist on truth-or-dare. You deal out chopsticks with numbers and 1 "osama" on them. Whoever is "osama" gets to decide something for one or more of the numbers to do. The king doesn't get to know who he's making do it until afterwards. Let's just say the more fun dares I can't talk about without ruining my already dubious creditability (that and I don't thing I could get ahold of those pictures).
Okay, that's about it for this week. Trying my hardest to get my sleep schedule working. I now have morning class, which means I don't get to lie in bed for hours thinking about how much I don't want to go to class (is there a word for morning insomnia?). No, with my 6:30 alarm, I have time to take a shower, eat and go. I think I ought to try a more creative approach to sleeping, perhaps involving head trauma...
(note to those who take this blog seriously (*caugh* mom), I'm getting enough sleep, just would like more)
You finally wrote another post!! I was getting nervous.
ReplyDeleteReading about you in choir practice makes me wish you were here singing karaoke with us. Sad face.
I'm jealous that you not only had the chance to see cherry blossoms, but also drunk Japanese people. That sounds like an awesome people-watching experience.
We should play that osama game when you come back. It'll be awesome!