a history of me

One more day of nothing to do. My roommate is nowhere to be seen. If he doesn't show up today I've got to assume he's not coming. I know he hasn't registered for classes yet and they start tomorrow. How many seats could be left? When we spoke on the phone he said he was having some trouble with the administrative side of the school, and I can totally understand. I've got a wee disagreement with the folks in Financial Aid right now.

I didn't sell my car and I might not want to do that right away. The car has been a real liberator this weekend. As I mentioned yesterday, there hasn't been much to do this weekend beyond unpacking, bathing, and eating. Thanks to my automobile, I've been able to kill time as well as purchase some suddenly urgent items like a desk fan and some coaxial cable. The local mall, Crossgates, is quite large and has air conditioning. It's the first mall I've seen that has two movie theatres for a total of thirty screens. So I took a few hours out of my positively empty schedule to watch Alien vs. Predator. It wasn't so bad, and I kind of enjoyed it. The ending was stupid though.

I almost forgot to talk about the show on Wednesday night. I went to see Miho Hatori (formerly of Cibo Matto) and got a pleasant surprise. Yuka Honda, the other half of Cibo Matto, was there! For a while I just stood next to her and I wasn't sure if it was really her. I knew their music but I wasn't 100% I could recognize either Miho or Yuka. Even when I figured it was her, I decided not to try and engage her. I felt that would be a douchebag-fan thing to do. Maybe I was just nervous though. The show was good and I enjoyed the music. Miho is goddamn microscopic and looks like she's seventeen years old. I absolutely did not recognize her and mistook her (heavy) backup singer for her. I stood there wondering what happened to her. It's horrible, but in a way I feel relieved knowing that she is really good looking. It shouldn't (and didn't) matter to me what she looks like, but knowing now that she is smoking hot somehow comforts me. I guess I'm just a pig.

Speaking of hot Japanese women, I had a crazy dream last night. No, I wasn't having sex with Miho, and how dare you jump to that conclusion. My dream involved AV Idol (adult video actress) 笠木忍 (a.k.a. Shinobu Kasagi, link may offend some). And no, I wasn't having sex with her either, you dirty-minded bastards. For some reason I was hanging out with her in some nondescript U.S. location. I think I was some kind of escort. Anyway, I kept losing track of her and had to track her down because she would run off and have sex with strangers. I wasn't mad but I knew she had to be somewhere at a certain time, so it got a little frustrating. I think it would make a great sitcom idea, actually: pair a stiff, humble guy with a innocent looking porn star. He has to take her on a world tour or something and she wants to take in as much, er, "culture" as she can. The tricky part would be trying to explain that neither one of them has a problem with sex, and no one makes jokes about being a "slut." Also, they can't hook up, of course, because that would ruin the show. HBO could air it and it could really work.

My fridge arrived during my blogging and it's time for brunch. I'll have more news (and pictures) in the days to come. Don't forget to leave comments or e-mail. あばよ。