Since I was never before taught about the dangers of internet peer pressure, here I am. Ready to post.

I just got a free can of Red Bull on the corner. Never bothered to buy the stuff in the states, but if they're handing it out for free, why not try some?

A: Because it tastes like shit.

Actually, it tastes like that really, really strange Japanese gum that I chewed for a while, you know, the stuff with the sour powder inside. I finished the can off and am relieved that it is over. Boooo for Red Bull.

But before the sales campaign, I had to monitor a different bus this afternoon because all of the other high school students were staying after for a pseudo-battle-of-the-bands. The kids were quite easy to handle, but it took ages to get home from the last stop. 'Tis okay though. I will get paid extra.

I have a really horrible feeling in my gut right now (and no, it isn't the Red Bull). I took the public bus after getting off the school bus and had to walk ten minutes or so from where I got off. There were two people walking at a fair distance in front of me. A couple, it seemed. The guy kept tugging on the lady's belt and... I guess rough-handling would be an appropriate description. For a bit, he walked ahead and I felt like running to the lady and telling her that it would be okay to call the police if anything happened, but I didn't. And I feel useless. I had the opportunity to help someone if she was, in fact, tangled up in an abusive relationship and if not, all that would have happened was embarrassment. And perhaps a beating from the beau.

I feel like I could cry. Japanese people don't ever say anything when they see something like that, so I can't believe that I let the opportunity to do something slip by. Shit.

But on a lighter note, tonight I have been invited to go with Justin and Tomoco on a double decker bus around Tokyo while enjoying all-you-can-eat and all-you-can-drink promotional activities for a restaurant of Tomoco's friend. Don't know if there's going to be a catch, but I'm going to go meet them in a bit. Looking forward to it. Good thing I don't have school tomorrow. (Horray!)

Ahh! So. Last night, I watched the first episode of House that I had to wait for. I had watched the first two seasons and the first two episodes of the third season in rapid succession and have finally caught up with the American programming. Unfortunately, I couldn't have picked a worse time to "detox." The show will not start again until the World Series is over. I have to wait until November first, when the next episode airs. (It's actually October 31st, but the time difference screws things up.) My actions so far have been horribly unhealthy, but this sudden stop to my habit/obsession is even worse. Especially since season three is AWESOME. With a capital A W E S O M and E. The patients are far more involved in the plot whereas in previous seasons, they have just been a catalyst for the interactions of the hospital staff.

Today, the friend of Monica and I who is moving to State College apparently told her that he wished I was going to Penn State so that he could see me on more occasions than when I visited. Do I feel loved? Yes. Enlivened? Certainly. Listen while I giggle like a school girl!! Nee hee hee!

In conclusion, Everyone should get Skype and email me to arrange a time to talk. I'm a stingy shite and I don't want to have to pay to get in touch with you all, but email is getting to be a little dull. DOO EEEEET.