I'm free from that stinking hellhole!!!

God I'm finally done with that fucking place. I am so happy! Tokyo House Wife..I remember you saying that I might miss working there...but uhhh NO! I'm sorry I won't! I hated that place so much and I was so tired of old men flirting with me. I hated pretending to like people. That was the worst part that really killed my soul. The out right lie I had to act out almost everyday of my life pretending that I am interested in these people's lives and what they did on their free time, which I might add, was sometimes like hearing somebody scrape their nails against a blackboard.

From now on I'm gonna be a bitch when I want to and not care when there's nothing worth while to give a shit about.

If I do ever go back to teaching I'd like to do it properly. Get some certification and teach at a school or something. Corrupt some young minds muhehe.

But I'm really excited now and I can't believe I will be living in another city for three months. I'm gonna take a stack full of pictures and post them everywhere on my sites and then of course well study some Japanese haha....aww fuck.

Justice and the AMERICAN way

So I'm reading this book titled Justice right now. It's a pretty compelling book filled with various scenarios designed to make you question your own morals and your own definition of JUSTICE. There was a really interesting story about these group of sailors that got shipwrecked and were forced to survive on a lifeboat for several days. I'm sorry I forgot to mention that among the sailors was a young sickly cabin boy. So this cabin boy ends up drinking the seawater against the "strong" protests of his fellow wreck mates and becomes deadly ill. The sailors figuring that the boywas on his way to the golden gates decide to kill and eat him in order to survive long enough until help comes. So the book questions whether the sailors had the right to assume that the boy was going to die anyways and kill him for the good of all. Well....well if you think about it yes, I guess in the end they didn't really have the right to decide that it was the boy's time to go. But if I were a sailor on a lifeboat without any food or water...and the other passenger was a small sickly boy or girl...I guess my survival instincts would kick in and I would totally sashimi that bitch

Preparing my mind for student life

So I'm quiting my job in two weeks and going to move to another city not so far away from where I am. I'm excited but it's finally starting to hit me down in my gut. I feel it in my chest too a bit as well. I guess you can call that anxiety. But it's a good anxiety...I'm just hoping that I'll be alright with money and that I'll be able to improve my Japanese to a good enough level.

I don't want to go back to teaching middle-aged pen-pushers. These people who work at least 10 hours a day and then instead of skipping off happily to see their wife and children they skip off to the local bar to get shit-faced with other coworkers also in denial of how messed up their families are.

Angry much? Yes a little, I am just tired of this job and I will not become the typical foreigner who lives in a country and has no connection to it's people and culture. Time to get serious. Dead serious....muhahahehehahehssasablaahhh