Only Built 4 Hello Kitty 2: If The Art Of Folding Paper Is Origami, The Art Of Folding Hair Is Hairigami

You should consider this the soundtrack to this post. Mostly because it is just an awesome song, but also because all non-Japanese (me) get stared at by the native 99% Japanese. Pretty sure thats Talib had in mind when he wrote this song, actually.

The last couple days have been all about adjustments. I can only compare it to when Neo in The Matrix wakes up in the real world and is covered in that pink goo. That pink goo is everywhere here! I eat it everyday. You get used to it pretty quickly, though.

Yesterday was my first day of class. Everything went according to plan, mostly. Everyone was very nice and there were almost no Mickey Mouse drawing sessions until there was one at the very end. Still not quite sure what it taught me about Japanese but who am I to question their methods.

Speaking of questionable, the building I have class used to be a warehouse and has an air of extreme sketchiness as a result. I do not know what they used to manufacture, but based on layout, I can only imagine it was methamphetamine or farts or grumpy kittens who give the good kittens bad names. Something sinister.

But most everything else is incredible. The kids here are mostly awesome. Tons of :)'s and :D's all around. Mostly. It rained hard all day yesterday which might have sown a few :('s, but it IS the rainy season, so.

Going to get naked at a local onsen (hot spring/bathouse) today, followed by slowly getting naked during the Japan/Netherlands game tonight. I will likely shower before I go to sleep tonight, before which I will also deliberately get naked.