After 4 days of sleeping as late as (gasp) 10am, I had trouble both going to sleep last night and getting up this morning. I wasn't late, but I certainly didn't want to get up.
Today was the first day of the second 'semester', or more appropriately, the second half of summer semester. I call that test we had a mid-term, I don't care what they say. We received a lecture about how we had stopped obeying the 'Japanese-only' rule that they have at school. We're not supposed to speak English while we're in the school building, but by the mid term, that was out the window.
The mail bin was full of mail for me. I had 2 letters from my mother which were mailed a week apart, and a disturbing package from a friend of my sister's. (I never hang around with my sister or her friends.) It turned out to be a Japanese bible (New Testament) and a prayer book (intended for me). In the letter, she told me about how she'd become a self-appointed dormitory missionary who was out to covert all the Japanese people at her university. She asked me to give the bible to a Japanese person. Unlike Christians, I do NOT force my beliefs on anyone, so I'll either give the bible to someone who's already a christian, or sell it to a used bookstore.
We had a new classroom. We switched with another class and were given the shitty room. The wind was very strong today and rattled blinds and doors loudly all fucking day. As if that weren't enough, the class across the hall was watching anime which was so loud you'd think they wanted dead people to hear it. In this classroom, they stupidly put mini blinds in front of the windows which were stupidly down. Normally, this wouldn't be a big deal except that you have to open the windows or burn up or freeze as the case may be. Consequently, gusts of wind beat the blinds against the window frames all fucking day.
For lunch, I was making plans to go eat with Bren until some bitch came along and fucked them up. She did a pretty damn good job of fucking up my plans for today. We wanted to eat somewhere cheap so she says "Oh! I know a good place!" and forgot to mention that it was at the end of a half hour walk. When we found the stupid place, it was completely full of our students. I didn't have time for that crap and was kinda pissed, so I went directly to Hiroba. On the streetcar, I managed to sit down next to a Chinese-Canadian girl who is in my class. She was also going to Hiroba.
There, I learned that mac.com email won't be free anymore and a bunch of other Apple shit. If any of you reading this are sending mail to my mac.com address, throw it away. Use collapsar from now on.
From Hiroba, I went to the lingerie store that Sarah and I tried to go to Friday. It's called Papan. There was a sleazy looking chick behind the counter with brownish-goldish hair and a gold sequined tank top. She was by no means skinny, but wasn't fat. She was putting on makeup. The store was rather dark and gloomy and there was a screen in front of the door to keep passersby from seeing the goods. The big metal blind on the outside of the display window is always mostly closed. You can only see some dummies wearing stuff like a maid costume and frilly pants. Inside, there wasn't much lingerie at all, which was what I was betting on. It was all dusty, faded adult toys which I can't imagine wanting to buy. There were some amusing items, like those department store model crotches that display men's underwear. Papan's had pubic hair molded into the pink plastic. There was some other stuff too, but none of particular interest. One interesting thing was that the proprietors lived over the store like every one else here. Tee hee.
I lumbered home under a very heavy backpack and felt really nasty from sweat and heat. Today was hot and sunny, and, *of course*, humid. There was no one home and the house felt like it was about 85 degrees. My room was cooler becasue I left the windows open. I laid down on the floor and presently fell asleep. When I woke, it was rather late, and I hadn't been called to dinner. I was afraid they'd eaten without me because they'd not known I was home or something. I went downstairs to check and something was up. While I was asleep, I heard the phone ring many times and a lot of door slamming. Host dad wasn't home, Hiroshi was still in his work clothes and host mom was cooking. Then Hiroshi went somewhere and host mom and I ate yaki-udon by ourselves. Then Hiroshi came back. She tried explaining to me what was going on, but I didn't understand much of it.