海よ, 宇宙よ, 神よ, いのちよ

I'm home, and I really wish I wasn't. Of course it's nice to see family & friends again and eat meals that don't involve rice, but mostly I'm either working in McDonald's or sitting about listening to Shima Uta and crying into my tea.

I honestly feel like anything else that's going to happen in the (near) future will just pale in comparison to Okinawa. Oh well. What I really wanted to say is, I'm home, so this blog is done.

Bye.

Baby, I'm grieving

Alex left last week. We finally finished the movie on the 17th. Closing ceremony was on Tuesday. Geoff left on Wednesday. Kai's off on Saturday. Mike goes on Sunday. I'll be in Tokyo in a week and home in 9 days.
My heart (and liver) just can't take this leaving stuff.

You're asking me, will my love grow?

There's a guy outside singing The Girl From Ipanema and doing an amazing trumpet impression.
I have literally no money.
Yesterday I saw a cloud that looked like a Basilisk about to eat Ginny.
Ashleigh's here on Thursday.
I'm sweating my arse off writing a history essay (literally sweating in the late night Okinawan humidity, not actually working that hard).
We're making a romantic comedy/horror film.
I am sick sick sick sick sick of Let It Be, but I need to pass that guitar exam.


Man oh man, I do not want to leave.

I wake up to the sound of music

28 days until I leave Okinawa.
29 days until I leave Japan.
30 days until I arrive in Newcastle.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Melt my plastic heart & help me move on

Blah blah blah, yes I suck at updating, Steph was here and it was awesome (because Sheffield people are awesome), actually went on one of the American bases and ate some pizza, spending most of my free time at the beach at the moment (day, night, who cares), currently rehearsing and rehearsing and rehearsing a play we're doing on my mam's birthday. And it's so fucking hot I've not had a shit in 8-days-and-counting because I`m just sweating all the moisture out of my system. Ughhhhh!

She thinks I'm sad, and that's alright

I dare say you'd get a better idea of what's going on in my life if you started Facebook stalking me instead of bothering to look at this blog. Less than 2 months until I come home, fuckkkkkk. Here's some random facts and photos for you:

- New favourite song at karaoke? Muse - Time Is Running Out.
- New hobby? Going to the beach in the middle of the night.
- New habit that annoys your housemates? Getting the tumble dryer full of sand.
- New favourite drink? Calpis and Melon Soda.

I`ve met someone that makes me feel seasick

久し-fucking-振り, guys.
Don`t really know where to begin, in both the good and bad sense.

I was hanging out in the Shrieking Shack

A lot has been going on since the last time I posted, but I have neither the time nor inclination to do my traditional back-posting spam. Essentially, I had a really good time with my mam and next-door neighbours (hi, Chris!) in Okinawa, classes started at univeristy again, and I went to Tokyo to turn 21 and do karaoke while covered in bunting. I`m sure you can get the general mise-en-scene from all the photos on Facebook anyway.

Gigantic THANK YOU!s to everyone who came out to Shibuya to celebrate with me (especially Jay and Tanya, who got there from Kanazawa and Okinawa respectively), or sent their love (and awesome necklaces, stylophones and sweets) from afar. You know who you are, and I love you to pieces.

In other news, I`m getting a complex about how much of an everage English person I am, and that I`m not getting a whole lot out of living in Okinawa except dodgy tan lines and a lot of heavy books that will require me to turn tricks to afford to the shipping rates when I eventually pack up and leave. Case in point, after sort-of-following a lecture of Japanese culture this morning, I walked home listening to the Kaiser Chiefs, watched the last episode of Skins and ate a cheese-and-Branston-pickle sandwich. And the newest additions to my heavy book collection are the first four in the Harry Potter series, translated in Japanese.

I think the problem is that I`m just not obsessed with (or even vaguely interested in) any aspect of Japanese pop culture like I was in high school. I was so wrapped up in J-Rock and movies that I couldn`t understand without English subtitles that it motivated me to go to evening classes when I was already doing 4 A-Levels, and now my only motivation is getting a good degree (a least a 2.I, please, Sheffield?) and perhaps one day feeling like I have a good grip on the language. I mean, this is about a million times better a motivation, but it`s a bit harder to work with.

Maybe I`ve just grown up.

21, fuck.

Do you think this is cool?

僕が生まれた。。。この島の空を。。。

I am hoooome! Andrew kindly came with me to Haneda on Tuesday morning and I got back to my dorms at around six in the evening. I live in Okinawa, I`m caught up on the two latest episodes of LOST, and I went out and got shitfaced with Tanya, Charlie and Venus last night. This is the life, my friends.

You don`t have to deny your urge

What do you do with your last full day on the Japanese mainland before it`s back to Okinawa? You go to Tokyo Disneyland, of course (even if it is pissing down with rain)! I`m not a big Disney fan, to be honest (apart from The Lion King), but we had so much fun... even if Big Thunder Mountain broke down 3 times while we were queuing for it. And then I finished off the day with a lovely salad in Yokohama that I couldn`t finish.

Massive `thank you!`s go out to everybody I`ve met up with these two weeks on the mainland, and extra big gratitude to Jaycob and Andrew who put up with me after Lizzy went back to England even though today was our mere 3 week anniversary. I`ll be returning to Tokyo for my 21st birthday in a little over a fortnight anyway, so hopefully see you all then!