Why is it that people are so persistant in asking foreigners to speak their native languages? I swear, since coming here I must have had one hundred or more people ask me to say something in Japanese. I feel like an animal on display at the local zoo... che. It isn't like I go around asking them to say something in English, so what's the big deal?
Well, maybe that's the most annoying thing I've encountered here in New York so far... that and this one guy who... kind of looked like somebody else I know. But I'm not really going to get into that. That bastard isn't really isn't worth my thoughts.
I've found out online schooling is a lot more demanding than people like to think, but it's more my speed, and it's nice not to have to deal with the hoards of people crowded into one classroom. I've been managing pretty well with it so far, and I've had enough time in between to catch a showing of RENT, as well as check out some of the museums and art galleries.
I'll be out tonight with a few people I met, a med student from a local university and some of his friends. I think... one of them was named Thomas or something. Well, at least the flock isn't a complete bunch of airheads... And next weekend I'll hopefully be getting to see Wicked... just like you wanted me to, Suzuki.
I'll be back at Sado on the 30th. Though I like it here, I think it'll be a bit of a blessing to be back. Still... need to find souvenirs for people.
( Private to Karasu )