i cant believe that im only in kyoto for three days and presently im sitting, at a computer, in the campus plaza kyoto, checking my email, HALF WAY THROUGH. i have yet to go see a temple on purpose. everywhere you turn there is a fucking temple and its pretty funny. highlight so far have been eating falafels, brownies, and fresh-ginger tea. walking about 10 kilometres. almost catching the subway to osaka. (haha. wouldnt that have been gold?) going to a pottery festival in eastern kyoto. eating takoyaki. eating more kakigori (ice shavings with sauce). staying up until 2am with lucy giggling about boys and how to find them. crushes ive had in university (aka. my crush affair with gillian eugene. p.s. if you know her, i need to catch up with her when i get back. ga!) dying my hair black. going to starbucks. buying a new black hoodie. (what? goth is IN punks!) and now im about to get on the bus to go see two temples. and then probably wanderback to lucy's. clean her flat a bit. and walk up to the nishiki market. buy some omiyage. and tonight its purikura madness. woot! xoxo.

"i am the sailor and you are the warm gulf wind"

my dad vs. shames mountain.

"when i was a child i caught a fever"

yonezawa no hanabi matsuri des. it rained so hard! yuck!

its been a while.

im really really poor and cannot stop spending money. going somewhere to use the internet. buying ice cream. as of right now i have no money. my credit card pin isnt working. im going to tokyo in a week, and hm. interesting, no? there is always a way through it though. bah. today it ws thirty seven degrees outside. on tuesday i came home and there was a fucking massive praying mantis next to my door. ive never seen a praying mantis. i hear that they dont actually like eating humans. but could be a worthwhile friend. as for the fucking cicada that attacked me. im happy you fell on your back. but not too happy, i mean, i dont want you to gather your posse and come after me. then, really, you'd give me a reason to hate you. fuckers. some jets have left, and new ones came. ive met half of the newbies. cuties. all of them. good times ahead. my dad thought i was moving back to terrace. and im not. so he might not come down and meet me in vancouver anymore. which is sort of a bummer. and ill just have to try and see him at christmas..... im not feeling lonely anymore. even g-mart said that im not so huggy anymore. im not even that excited to keep looking for someone to share my bed on hot mornings. or to eat the rest of the batches of pancakes. (i mean, i wouldnt say "no" if the opportunity arose). my blinding crush didnt work out. and i feel exhausted. ive been distracting myself with horrible horrible books (like "trading up" by candace bushnell. michael patrick king so made sex and the city!). last night we watched love actually. dont slay me amanda, but i fucking love that movie, actually, ive got a horrible addiction to hugh grant that must be stayed! today i had incredible gelato. im so brown right now. yesterday we played tennis in the terrible heat. and ate yaki niku. and drank beer and had a wonderful time. my arms are this beautiful brown, and my face is just dark. i have cut my hair again. and perhaps will save the black dye fiesta until i get to kyoto. this not being pale shit could be addictive. i need to work on art more. that is my new mantra. today i was thinking about that i dont want to be skinny, but that i want to be fit. i want to be really into a sport and something athletic (like yoga or pilates or tennis, hard core, and get really buff for it....) i feel so pathetic saying that though. bizarre. today i noticed i had curves again. not just a big lump. oh yes. fuck, im dehydrated. love.