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A Cockatunity
Jul. 15th, 2007 09:53 amThat cool picture with the eye of the typhoon over Kyushu has now blown itself to bits. The link looks boring now. This morning it's, so far, cool and windy, but then I am sitting in just my knickers writing this so who knows what it's like with clothes on. You really didn't need to know that.
On Thursday night Andrew, myself, and my new area leader (read 'boss'), Bruce, went out for dinner. At 3am Bruce and I called it a night, leaving Andrew with his 3rd bottle of that dirtiest of drinks - Shochu. I came in to work at 11am on Friday and was met by the lady from the mochi shop who informed me that she had found Andrew passed out in front of the school at 6am. His glasses were strewn across the pavement, along with his iPod and phone. (I found his headphones on the step as I was opening up, but thought he had merely dropped them on his way out.) She went on to tell me that he began to vomit profusely and that she had to wash it off the pavement, hence why there was little evidence of this left to be found.
Word got round to the hotel as Bruce walked in calling Andrew a "monkey" after being informed of the same when he awoke. And this is the thing about living in Ina - EVERYONE knows. Not that I should particularly care as it was not me passed out.
Andrew went to the mochi shop yesterday and the guy in there said: " It's okay, you're young. If you were an old man, that would be dangerous."
More later when I get my photos back - not of Andrew being sick, obviously - birthday photos, ne.
Oh, I'm having a private Japanese lesson on Monday. Quite nervous and excited, but I'm hoping it will unstick my mouth, which continues to have trouble when I'm trying to talk. I have the words, my brain and mouth just can't put them together when it's necessary.
And I have to set my keyboard to Japanese. Or get the Japanese option available...
On Thursday night Andrew, myself, and my new area leader (read 'boss'), Bruce, went out for dinner. At 3am Bruce and I called it a night, leaving Andrew with his 3rd bottle of that dirtiest of drinks - Shochu. I came in to work at 11am on Friday and was met by the lady from the mochi shop who informed me that she had found Andrew passed out in front of the school at 6am. His glasses were strewn across the pavement, along with his iPod and phone. (I found his headphones on the step as I was opening up, but thought he had merely dropped them on his way out.) She went on to tell me that he began to vomit profusely and that she had to wash it off the pavement, hence why there was little evidence of this left to be found.
Word got round to the hotel as Bruce walked in calling Andrew a "monkey" after being informed of the same when he awoke. And this is the thing about living in Ina - EVERYONE knows. Not that I should particularly care as it was not me passed out.
Andrew went to the mochi shop yesterday and the guy in there said: " It's okay, you're young. If you were an old man, that would be dangerous."
More later when I get my photos back - not of Andrew being sick, obviously - birthday photos, ne.
Oh, I'm having a private Japanese lesson on Monday. Quite nervous and excited, but I'm hoping it will unstick my mouth, which continues to have trouble when I'm trying to talk. I have the words, my brain and mouth just can't put them together when it's necessary.
And I have to set my keyboard to Japanese. Or get the Japanese option available...
