So Abe-san had his shoot today…I was in it (and I didn’t find out until yesterday)…no lines but I got to smile and be pretty. The only problem is I don’t smile so well when I’m nervous…man, I tell you I feel much more secure behind a camera then in front of it. We sat out on the couches in front of the club room for a while and hung out. I like this crowd…I’ll tell more about them and the others tomorrow. And Hooray for our mini film festival! (Got to get those subtitles done for Dog Prince) Medaisai is in 3 days! Our school festival is nice because it doesn’t fall in the autumn like a lot of schools’ bunkasai. It will be yakisoba and haunted houses and concerts all the way! Woo-hoo! Jumping Beans, I’m happy!
I can’t stop watching this. If you haven’t seen it, hasten to it THIS MINUTE!
Deathnote Live Action
So, the ending to the tale of the centipede…after I left it at a cliff hanger, I’m sure you are wondering what became of the beast. Well, after searching high and low and not being able to locate it, I began to calm down, and eventually assume that it had found its way out of the room by the way it came. Forget about it, right? I lay on the bed and watched dramas on the free TV, and then brought my laptop over and lay there all comfy and curled up watching host-bu. It was the 8th episode, a pretty good one, where the host-bu goes to the ocean. There’s one scene where a character (Tamaki) holds up a large crab for the heroine to see and a centipede crawls out, making the surrounding girls freak out. (MU-KA-DE~!) I laugh…got rid of that problem. It is not three minutes later when I start to feel a really weird sensation on the TOP OF MY HEAD. No. Oh no no no. I put my hand up there. NOOOOOOOOO! The enormous centipede freaks out as I try to get it out of my hair. I shout. It zips under my pillow and then disappears down the crack between bed and wall. I tear off all the covers. Time to bring out the big guns. “Sang Hi! uchi no heya ni kite kurenai? Ima, ima…nanka dame nan da.” I call my pal on the cellphone, and the long and short of it is me and my far more level headed Korean neighbor (kind soul that she is…you should have seen her face when I greeted her at the door with a flip-flop, a folder and an umbrella.) chased the thing all around the room and then finally got it. Didn’t die easily…you have to keep whacking it again and again…my God, its Hell. Finally it gave up the fight and we emerged victorious. First boss battle of this adventuring party over. The end
Searching for a counter to keep track of the time I have left here I found a widget called “In Japan.” Just a simple counter, over a Japanese sun flag. It makes me wonder if it is common for foreigners here to count the days till they go home (I wonder if that is the origin of the widget)…I always have very mixed feelings about it….all the time I am here miss home, but it is not that I really want to return. I feel the pull of New York like the moon pulls on the earth and changes the tides…the thing that I feel the most is the place that surrounds me, my feet solidly on the Japanese ground, content and living in the present. It is just that slight pull, barely there melancholy that signals my link to NY. It was the same for Japan when I was back in America. I always feel a little lonely for where I am not, but always very happy where I am.
