Im still alive, barely actually

Ok, so first off, I appreciate it when people post comments to this blog, so feel free. It was nice to see at least my dad and Conor are reading this thing. I will keep updating this thing if people are interested in reading it.

Last night I almost killed myself and burned the entire apartment building down. Im not even exaggerating (sp?). I fell asleep in my chilly room with my space heater on (you can already see where this is going) and I had my head pointed at it when I dozed off at 6 or 7. So what eventually woke me up was the combination of thick smoke in my room and the fire near my ear. I reacted quick as fuck though, and put out my flaming pillow on the balcony of our apartment. I was completely shaken up, since I lost about 10% of my pillow and almost some of my hair (I took pictures, which Ill upload at some point). After it stopped smoldering though, I got really depressed and lonely. It has come and gone like that since I arrived to be honest. Except for today. Today I woke up feeling great and my day has been continuously dope. As part of my little fire mishap I missed my train into the city and I missed my luggage being delivered. Those helped to bum me out by the way. But today I was able to reschedule a drop-off and managed to see Nagoya for the first time as well. My roommates girlfriend (the asian Australian girl from the bar a couple nights back) slept over and woke up around 2pm. Her and I hung out for an hour or so and talked in the apartment. She was going into the city (she lives in the Sakae part of town) and invited me to tag along, so I went. It was the first time I had to navigate the subways here too. Crazy. Honestly. Ill take a picture of what Im dealing with and see if any of you can figure it out faster than I did. In Nagoya I felt like a freak more than I do in Obu-shi. People dont really make eye-contact with you when youre a white westerner, but they do glance at you and sneak peeks and shit. its a very alienating feeling. we walked into a few stores so she could shop for a gift for my roommate and they sell some weird shit over here. I dont know what the preoccupation with rape and jail-bait is all about, but its there my friend, its there. Ummm... I know there was some things I wanted to tell you guys about... Oh yeah, so jaywalking. No Japanese person jaywalks (its illegal here too) but all westerners do. A japanese person will wait at a crosswalk for the signal on a street that hasnt seen traffic in a decade. Also, things here arent as cheap or as scarce as I was led to believe. Now, this is Obu, so its different, but milk is cheap and refridgerated. Who knew? I think my half an hour is close to up, so I hope your porn in the USA is still guilt-free and the liberty still flows like wine.