A metric ton of excitement   
01:14pm 05/12/2006
mood: happy happy!!
So let's see. From eating Thanksgiving dinner at the New Sanno hotel to watching my husband hooked up to an IV in the Naval Hospital ER to visiting Canon headquarters to indulging in ridiculous amounts of art. The last two weeks have been retarded.

Two weeks ago, it was the week of Thanksgiving. We'll start with Wednesday. Andy and I went out with our friend Tom to eat sushi in Tsukiji, which was great. We tried fresh uni (sea urchin) which was surprisingly good. We went to two different restaurants, a kaiten and a sit-down place, the latter of which was better. After dinner we made our way to Shinjuku to visit Mako's bar Count Zero (on the third floor of some little building in San-chome) and we drank some delicious Long Island Iced Teas and talked about music until the smoke go to us. Then we stayed over at Tom's place in Akihabara with the ferrets and the video games. How awesome is it to live in Akihabara? I am jealous.

So Thursday we got up and went out to lunch at a indian place with all-you-can-eat enormous fluffy Naan which made me want to cry. Then we went shopping for new glasses for Tom and Andy helped him with the Japanese. Finally we went over to the New Sanno Hotel for the Thanksgiving buffet. Unfortunately we couldn't get Tom and his wife Mayumi a reservation, so they had to go home. Bye Tom! But Andy's sister Erika and her boyfriend Hisato came, and so did Andy's former college roommate Jackson (currently living in Oita but visiting for the week) and his friend Brian. The first thing I had to do was go over to say hi to Kazaoka at the CSU Study Abroad table - I came to the New Sanno myself when I was on study abroad! Kaz was SO EXCITED. It was so awesome to see her again. She cheerfully accepted my reference form and said she'd fill it out for me. After I spent a little while talking to her, I could turn my attention to the decadent buffet. After we finished stuffing ourselves, Erika and Hisato went home and Jackson and Brian and Andy and I went over to the batting cages in Shinjuku. After they hit some balls and I played taiko, we went to karaoke-kan in Shinjuku and sang for several hours... maybe until about 1 in the morning. After all this time Andy's been saying he doesn't like karaoke, I guess he'd just never done it with the right people, because we all had a good time. Then we went back to Brian's new loft apartment near Waseda, where we stayed up a couple more hours listening to Brian's sizable music collection before going to bed around 3. Andy and I slept on the futon in the loft, and Brian slept on the couch and Jackson on the floor.

On Friday we got up pretty late and headed out for lunch. After eating, we walked for quite a while alonf Waseda-doori, stopping here and there, until we got to Tokyo station. (We stopped for coffee at the Starbucks right across the street from Yasukuni shrine. I had a mocha.) Brian works for the Daily Yomiuri right near Tokyo station, so we left him there to work his night shift and Jackson, Andy and I got on the train for Shibuya. There we met up with Erik, Andy and Jackson's friend from college, and his fiancee Eriko. We went to the Hub in Shibuya - always fun. Andy and Erik each had a liter of beer, followed by a couple of really strong shots, and then we went over to karaoke again. Andy was really drunk, so I decided this was a good time to drag him out dancing. I guess I'm just mean sometimes. Andy didn't enjoy himself, but I did. Anyway, we finally went back to Erik's place pretty late.

On Saturday, we slept until about 9, when Eriko came over. We took our leave after eating some leftovers, and and got home an hour later and promptly went back to sleep. After a few hours napping, we took showers and felt much better. We went out to dinner with Tom at Saizeriya (trying to save money! We spent like $500 in 4 days.) Then we went over to Charanka to see our friend Aya's band perform. The place was packed with Aya's supporters. We had some coffee and chocolates and listened to the music, which was quite good. Ayay especially was good on the violin, although her back-up vocals were a little unsteady, probably because she was nervous. Sitting in the comfortable environment of the little bar, I felt very happy to be in Japan with someone like Andy, who knows little bars like this and enjoys listening to live bands like this. We went home right after the show and had our first good night's sleep in a while.

On Sunday, we went to visit Andy's family friends the Akimoto family. Erika and Andy have become pretty close to the Akimotos in the time that they've lived in Japan. We got to their house up north of Tokyo around 1 PM. The elder Akimoto couple, Ojichan and Obachan, were the only ones home. Their son and his wife had taken their baby Kokona to the hospital because she was vomiting and had diarrhea. We unpacked the food we brought - crackers, meat, cheese, and wine - and they served several different dishes they had made at home, including vegetable lasagna and something like chicken adobo (Ojichan's specialty), as well as some store-bought sushi and mentaiko (spicy fish eggs). We had also brought a six-pack of Henry Weinhard's Private Reserve, which was a special Northwestern treat for me. We drank beer, wine, and sake for the next six hours or so, and ate so many different foods I don't remember them all (which turned out to be kind of frustrating afterwards...) and talked. The son and his wife came home from the hospital with the baby after a couple hours, and the other daughter also came over, as well as Obachan's brother. (Unfortunately, I can't remember a single one of their names at the moment.) We listened to music and looked at old photos from Ojichan and Obachan's honeymoon, when they hitchhiked around Washington state, before buying a cheap VW bus and driving it up to Alaska - doesn't THAT sound like fun. The environment was really warm and welcoming, and everyone tried their best to bear with my Japanese abilities. And everyone had gotten us really nice wedding gifts, including a teapot and teacups, a set of donburi bowls and spoons, placemats, and a nabe (traditional Japanese pot for making soup) which was something Andy and I had in fact been thinking about getting. Overall it was a great day.

On Monday, I met up with Erika to go to Canon headquarters for a "modeling" job she had gotten for me. It wasn't modeling in the traditional sense, which is good since I don't know anything about modeling nor do I care to - they just needed Western-looking people to be figures in sample photos from a new security camera they are releasing. Apparently, Japanese companies conventionally use white models for sample pictures because there is a feeling in the West that, if they receive sample photos from Japan with asian people in them then that company is not "International" enough, or the product isn't really aimed at an international market. I guess it would be weird if you got an instruction manual for a piece of Japanese electronic equipment and all the photos in it were obviously Japanese people. Anyway, mostly I just pretended to be doing things around Canon headquarters while Erika's boss and a lady from Canon set up the old model and new model of security camera side-by-side on a tripod to get photos are the same time and compare them. It could have been really awkward, but since Erika was there it was pretty fun. And I got to make some money. Yay! That night I came home feeling a bit accomplished, and my sweet Andy was cooking o-nabe for dinner. It was delicious!

On Tuesday, I woke up to Andy feeling really sick, vomiting, diarrhea-ing, all that. He couldn't go to work. He couldn't eat or even leave the bed really. I bought him some pocari sweat from seven eleven and took care of him that day, and the next, and the next, until Friday. When we heard that Erika was sick too, we became suspicious and contacted the Akimotos. Turns out EVERY SINGLE PERSON who was there on Sunday - including Obachan's brother - had the same thing. EXCEPT ME. All the Akimotos and their doctor thought it must be whatever bug Kokona had. But how is it that I still haven't gotten sick even though I've been around Andy's sick ass all last week? Anyway, we went to the ER on base on Wednesday because Andy couldn't keep any food down and was getting dehydrated because he couldn't drink enough water to compensate for all the water he was losing. They put him on an IV to rehydrate him, which made him feel a lot better. Then he went back to the hospital for a follow up on Thursday and found blood in his urine, so they think he may also coincidentally have a kidney stone. Sucks! Hopefully that will turn out to be wrong or else they can take care of it quickly. Poor Andy!

Finally, on Saturday, he woke up feeling much better. Which was good, because we had planned to go to the Tokyo Design Festa that day. There's not much I can say to describe how awesome the Design Festa was. It took place in an enormous convention hall in Odaiba - just HUGE, like four or five football fields, and maybe six stories tall. It was just packed full of little artist booths - everything from digital art and graphic design to clothing, crafts, carvings, sculpture, toys, keitai straps, etc. MOST things were for sale. God, it was like I was in heaven. Andy and I wandered around for something like 8 hours. It was exhausting but incredibly satisfying. We bought a few pieces for the condo walls back in Seattle, and a couple pieces for Christmas presents for people. AWESOME. I wish I could go every weekend.

Sunday we went over to Andy's work with some beers and snacks to watch the Beavers beat Hawaii. Well, I just drank beer and ate snacks while looking at artist websites from the pile of business cards we collected at Design Festa while Andy watched the game. Go Beavs!

Then Monday I went in to Red Cross and actually did something! That's right, I made phone calls. I actually spoke with one serviceman to deliver a message to him (namely, "Your father says you haven't called home in eleven months. Is that true? Shame on you. Will you do me a favor and call your father?"). Another serviceman I only got word from someone else about him, but the problem was apparently solved. Anyway, I finished up our role in both cases and dispatched the case back to the red cross office where it originated. Go me! I am apparently an actual caseworker.

Now let's see, it's Tuesday, the first free day I've had at home in about two weeks. Seems like the last two weeks have been pretty eventful so I wanted to write all this stuff down. Now I've got to catch up on stuff I haven't had a chance to do... like lots of laundry and emailing people. And Andy just got home! I go play now.
just a journal entry... not so interesting   
06:33pm 25/10/2006
mood: groggy
On Saturday, we went into Tokyo and met up with Erika, and we went to this restaurant in Shibuya above the Book 1st store. It had this weird asian fusion theme (the tagline was "asia as seen from the west!") and the focal point of the main room was an enormous Buddha statue. The food was really good. Oh, I think I'm getting fat... but I forgot that ALL food in Japan is excellent.

On Sunday, we got up early and got ready (I took a shower the night before), and Mi-chan came to pick us up with Yasu at 7 AM. He drove us to the Inazuma festival in... somewhere... about an hour away. We drove through Machida to get there, I remember. The Inazuma festival is this rockabilly-biker event, with big collection of booths selling merchandise and a Brian Setzer concert in the afternoon. The merchandise was all either biker/leather gear, rockabilly/rock 'n roll/ old americana stuff, or classic/nostalgic Japanese style stuff, especially from the seedier-type areas like Yokohama and Yokosuka. So there were lots of men's collared shirts with old-fashioned Japanese prints on them (wagara= classic Japanese designs), and plenty of sukajan (old-school jackets from Yokosuka). Andy has been looking for a sukajan for a long time, but the authentic ones can be really expensive, and cheaper ones are often not as cool looking. There was one stand, however, selling really nice ones for a deep discount from the normal prices from the shop. Andy bought an awesome sukajan with this kick-ass dragon design on the outside and inside, so it's reversible. The "outside" (I think of it as the outside) is golden-brown, while the inside is black with brown embroidery, but the inside background is covered in wagara designs, embroidered black on black. It's a beautiful piece of clothing and it was only $150! We were stoked.
It was pretty cool to see Brian Setzer. The audience was small (the venue was small), and everyone seemed like they were really into the rockabilly thing, and I get the impression that Brian Setzer is kind of a god in the rockabilly scene. Mi-chan and Yasu are pretty big fans, I think. Andy and I stayed in the back under a cover out of the sun, and even sat on the ground for part of the show, so it was pretty relaxing for us. Good times.
Then we stopped on the way home and ate shabu-shabu. IT WAS DELICIOUS.

On Monday, after work Andy took a short nap and I read some "Seven Habits of Highly Effective People," which Andy won at some team-building meeting at work. Then we headed out to the Crazy Ken Band concert in Kamakura. Crazy Ken Band, if you aren't familiar with them, is an unclassifiable band lead by a guy named Ken from Yokosuka. Their music is like a cross between old-fashioned big band music from America and old-time pop music from Japan, with this overall lounge kind of sound. Check out their official site: www.crazykenband.com, they might have some sound clips. We ate dinner at Gusto (a family restaurant like Denny's, but they have more Japanese food.) I had a donburi with five slimy things on top, all arranged around a half-cooked egg in the middle. There was ikura (salmon eggs), ika (squid), natto (fermented soybeans), okura, and some other vegetables. I can only assume it was very healthy for me, but goodness it was delicious! Then we went to the JR station (my first time going to that station), and took the train to Ofuna. Ofuna's a really big station with a lot of shopping around it, I want to go back there sometime. I got a mocha from Starbucks because I was feeling sleepy, which reminded me that Starbucks in Japan is worth every extra penny for the most delicious coffee concoctions on the planet. Mmmm... I want some right now.
We went to the venue, which was very nice and modern but fairly intimate. Man, the crowd was so into it! I have never seen such a group of fans, there was so much energy in there. And after seeing the show, I can see why -- Crazy Ken Band puts on a damn good show. I think there were eleven band members on stage, including two drummers with two sets of drums, a trio of brass players who sometimes played the flute or other wind instruments, three guitarists and two back-up singers, and all of them looked like they were having so much fun up there! The performance was really tightly rehearsed and choreographed, but there was plenty of room for spontaneity. The concert went on for three hours! It was really long but no one wanted it to end. Ken was fantastic - funny, charming, dorky, and an incredibly talented singer. I'd love to hear him sing enka. In fact, the entire band is made up of really talented people. My favorite part of the evening was when Ken left the stage and Onose Masao, the guitarist who always says "CRAZY KEN BANDO" on the CDs, took his place in the middle of the stage and jammed for like twenty minutes. God, he's amazing! I'd have to say that it was by far the best musical performance I've ever attended. The energy of the band and the crowd was amazing, and it was so much fun just to be there, and I'm not even that big of a fan of them! Fantastic.
Andy bought a T-shirt and the new album "Galaxy" (the best song by CKB I've ever heard is called "Milky Way Galaxy", from the new album), which came with a signed "Galaxy" poster. The poster is hilarious, Ken wrote "Watcha your name?" then crossed out the "your" and wrote "sorry" above it. Ahahaha. That's the best signature on a poster you could wish for, at least for Andy. He also bought a tour book thing for Yasu, who gave us the concert tickets for a wedding present. Andy's so thoughtful.

Yesterday, after Andy came home we went down to the hotel bar and hung out with Romulus and Dre, then Dia and Snoop came and we went out to an Izakaya called Banzai over by Charanka. Dia left, but Reggie, Dre and Snoop got into a really interesting conversation about social ills and the black community. I asked them all if they could consider a topic for my grad school application essay. Reggie felt strongly that community bonds have become weak and strengthening them would be the most important thing to focus on. Snoop felt just as strongly that poverty was the real problem, and injecting money into poor communities was the best thing to do. Somehow this led to an argument, although I got the impression they were really both talking about the same thing. But you can't begrudge these men a chance to argue, it appears to be their favorite pass-time. Dre, on the other hand, thought it would be more profound to pull back and try to identify an overarching social problem from which all others stem. I love you Dre, you're the kindest, most intelligent and lovely person I've met in a long time. I like talking with him best, I think, because we're both people who like to think about concepts and philosophy and "the big picture" ideals and stuff, while other people like to talk about more concrete things. I like bullshitting and talking about mindless stuff as well, but what really gets me excited is a serious and deep conversation, and feel that connection whenever I talk to Dre. What great people there are in Japan! Reggie, too, is one of the most awesome people ever as well, he just exudes energy and has a very sharp mind. And everyone else so far has been great as well.

There's a small community of black men who are planning a business venture in the near future. A few weekends from now they're having a bbq to discuss the plan. Andy's also planning to get involved. I think the idea right now is to put their money together and buy a vacant floor in one of the buildings in the area and turn it into a private club for their friends to come and hang out at. This is a really good idea for everyone, since they drink together all the damn time anyway, and this way they could buy drinks on base for way cheaper and save a lot of money in the long run, and not have to interact with anyone they don't want to. I think it's an awesome idea. I think if it was anyone besides Reggie who was the main impetus of the idea, I would feel uneasy -- but if there's one person I know who I would trust to embark on a business venture with, it's Reggie. He has the business experience, the determined and honest personality, and he won't do anything to screw anyone over. I'm looking forward to hearing more at the bbq.
Greetings from the Hotel New Yokosuka   
09:11am 02/10/2006
mood: uncaffeinated
Monday, Oct. 2, 9:11 AM

Well, I definitely prefer traveling with another person over traveling alone. The flight on Thursday, while very long and made more painful because both Andy and I are ill, was much more bearable than the last four times I've made the trip to and from Japan. Having Andy there to watch movies with and talk to made the time on the plane go by so much more easily, even when we were frequently in a bad mood given our pounding sinuses and upset stomachs.

After getting to Narita at 3:30 PM, we took the military bus at 5:30 PM and finally got to the hotel around 8 PM. Even though we were exhausted, we went out for a little while to try and find some of Andy's old friends from last year. We had a beer at Buzz Bar (where Andy and his buddies hang out) and then I kind of insisted that I needed to sleep.

Yesterday (Sunday) we woke up around six and got breakfast. We went to the base to pick up some stuff, but weren't very successful. The store was out of pillows and I couldn't get my dependent ID because it was Sunday. Then lunch at Ten-ya - I got Vegetable Tempura. I think I'm already getting fat. Then we went shopping at the 100 yen store for stuff like hangers, suction cup towel racks and hooks, cooking utensils, etc. We got some instant food and stuff too. 100 yen stores are so awesome. They're like ikea, only with every little household thing you could ever want. But, sadly, no furniture. So we unpacked a lot of stuff and got it put away.

Jet lag in this direction is so fun! Around the time it feels like four or five in the evening, you look at your watch to discover it's only 1:30. Wow! So much day left!

We went out for some more shopping, then dinner at an italian place. I've been thinking a lot about Japanese Italian food recently. I got spaghetti with umeshiso paste and nori. It was delicious.

Later in the evening, Andy's sister Erika came to visit with her boyfriend Hisato. I was kind of exhausted (I guess by 8 PM it felt like 3 AM... that's about the time in a normal night out I start to feel that crushing sleepiness.) But I was really grateful to Erika for coming so Andy and I could go buy cellphones. We needed Erika to put us on her plan, because without a gaijin card we wouldn't be able to sign up for cell phones of our own. So we picked out some free phones and signed up for a plan. I feel very happy now that I have a Japanese cell phone again. :)

After a good night's sleep, we both hopped out of bed ten minutes before the alarm at 6 AM and had some breakfast before I sent Andy off to work. He looked quite spiffing in his new grey slack and his black polo. He's got a kind of official meeting thing he's got to do for the first week of work here. I hope it's not too boring. Poor Andy... his illness has taken a turn for the worse after the plane ride, and he's been coughing and sniffling and his eyes are all red. Hopefully with some rest he'll get better soon.
"You think things are straight but they're not what they seem"   
06:58am 26/08/2005
mood: Going Back To Bed
music: Spoon
I love Spoon. I got the new album Gimme Fiction, and its really excellent.

We are moved in! Still a little touch-up to do, but most of the worst is over. We handed over the keys to our ex-landlord on Wednesday, which was sort of bittersweet, considering we'll be losing our $1000 deposit and giving up the house a week ahead of schedule, but still paying for the full month. I know Andy feels frustrated about it, as I do, but I think it is reasonable for our landlords to keep the deposit if they don't find a replacement tenant right away. If they do find a new tenant, I can only hope they do the honorable thing and give us the deposit.

Yeah... Wednesday was tough. I drove to Bremerton and dropped some stuff off at Goodwill, cleaned up a bit at the house and waited for the carpet cleaner to come, etc. Later I went to pick up Andy and I got lost and accidently went though a truck checking gate at the shipyard, which is a big mistake if you know anything about the Navy. Good thing I was wearing my cutest pigtails or that guy in camouflage might have shot me. As it was, he seemed almost as scared as I felt. "I'm so sorry sir, I'm really not a terrorist, I've never been this close to a gun in my life and now it's pointed at me! Can you give me directions to the Charleston Gate?"

It really hasn't taken me long to adjust to the new place. Being back in Bremerton made me a bit uncomfortable, now that I'm used to being in the city. I really really prefer the city. There have been a few times I've gotten a flash of "Oh god, I'm such a poser! I'm from the suburbs, I don't belong here!" But that's just my normal paranoia, it's nothing like the feeling of disgust I got every time I'd leave the house in Bremerton. Example: In Seattle, street people who are likely mentally ill wander the streets, sometimes raving, sometimes begging. It's sad to look at them, but it feels like they belong there. In Bremerton, there's this utterly insane woman who used to ride the bus with me. Her hair is bleached to straw, and literally sticks straight our from her head like a trailer park punk rocker, and she wears wierd leggings under several layers of completely mismatched clothes. This might be interpreted as a fashion statement if you didn't catch a glimpse of her face; her jaw is slack, her eyes set in a constant frowning squint, staring. She looks like I looked the day after I drank two forties of Olde E. TERRIFYING. The woman looks like a monster. Honestly, I haven't yet seen anything that scary in Seattle.

So, in conclusion, I'm quite happy to be here, although I've got a lot to do in the next few weeks, what with figuring out school and finding a job and finishing the apartment off. Thank goodness it's the weekend!
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Packing, Purging   
08:24pm 11/08/2005
mood: Backache
music: Kylie
I'm taking a break from packing up the kitchen. We're going to make a trip over to the new place tomorrow morning, laden with cleaning supplies and some non-essentials. Maybe it'll already be clean, but I'm not going to bet on it - besides, when you're moving into a recently vacated apartment, I say you can never clean the shower too much.

I spent this morning going through the huge amount of boxes I brought with me on the last move. For a 21 year old woman, I have a ridiculous amount of stuff. Part of it is due to the fact that my parents are also on the move for the time being, so, unlike most people my age, I don't have the luxury of leaving my childhood toys in my parents' garage. I'm also a packrat. After this morning, I've got the entire guest room filled with piles and piles of crap - books, toys, stuffed animals, clothes, etc. Now looking at it, after having finished sorting it and having made up my mind to part with it, I feel strangely detached from it - and it actually looks like an enormous pile of junk. What insane person would keep all this stuff?

The only thing that tugs at my heart a bit is my big stuffed dog, Hobbes: my best friend. Calvin and Hobbes being my childhood idols, I tried to mimic that relationship in my own bizarre way. God, he's in quite a state, though. His ear is torn and limp, and a string on his face is broken and floppy, and he's FILTHY. Looking at the toy, I realized he has no further role to play in my life. I'd never pass him on to my children - in fact I was a little reluctant to touch him myself, he was so dirty. But I also felt an urge to hold him and hug him, and I did, feeling very close to my childhood self. This whole day has been a weird sort of communion with my past. I found old journals, old artwork, toys I forgot I'd ever had. Moved me to tears a few times, the same way Bambi always does.

My horoscope in The Stranger last week told me I needed to let go of my clutter, stop living in the past and purge. It's nice to get permission from one of my favorite free left-wing publications.

After Andy got home, he was dismayed to discover I was giving away my bucket of Legos, so we sat down on the carpet in the doorway of the guest room and played with Legos for the next hour. Productive? Not so much. But a satisfying way to end a day full of childhood memories.

Oh yes, I also had the terrifying experience of discovering a spider the size of my fist in among my toys. You know, the ones that are huge like tarantulas but with skinny legs and big, slim bodies. Fast little bitch too. That spider could have kicked my ass. I didn't want to fight her. I ended up sliding the whole box down the stairs and emptying it's contents in the backyard, then prodding the evil creature until she retreated into the rock wall. That'll teach me to use imac boxes for storage. I'm sure it got in through those convenient handles.
Roonil Wazlib   
06:17pm 25/07/2005
mood: Not Studious
music: Andy Playing NCAA 06 (De La Soul)
Hilarious Harry Potter moment from Book Six:

Snape: "This is your copy of Advanced Potion-Making, is it, Potter?"
Harry: "Yes."
Snape: "Then why does it have the name "Roonil Wazlib' written inside the front cover?"
Harry: "That's my nickname."
Snape: "Your nickname."
Harry: "Yeah... that's what my friends call me."
Snape: "I understand what a nickname is."

Andy finally finished Half-Blood Prince. As I was reading, I kept trying to slow myself down, at least to a talking speed, so I could listen to the writing in my head. When I first sit down to read, I do read at a speaking speed, but after reading something for a little while (especially if it's interesting) I start to read much faster. I read as fast as it takes to comprehend the words, but much faster than I could speak them outloud. I picture, see and hear, what's going on in the scene, rather than reading the words. It's like I skip a step in the process of written language - it should go 1. visual stimuli of marks on paper are sorted out into meaning in the brain, then 2. the content of the meaning of the writing is visualized in the imagination. It feels like, sometimes when I read, at least easy, engrossing things like fiction, I just do it all in one step. The word just contain meaning, without deciphering, and I can just experience the scene without any breaks in the continuity. I love reading. Thank god I'm actually good at SOMEthing. XD

I've got my next exam in biopsych on Monday, and unfortunately I can't read my textbook with as much intuitive ease as I read Harry Potter. We're learning about the senses right now. I think it's really interesting stuff, but I'm having trouble memorizing the brain processes that are responsible for different aspects of sensory perception. The ears are pretty straightforward; the signals from the eyes criss-cross the brain a few times, and different parts of the our visual perception of the world are processed in different places; the somatosensory system goes through the spinal cord in some weird ways, and sensory information is processed in one of a few pathways in the brain, while some other areas in the brain modulate and monitor motor functions. And of course, movement is dependent on input from all the other systems, to tell you where you are in relation to other things, and what position your body is in, and how your muscles need to move to interact with your environment. It's amazing stuff, but then I've got to memorize the difference between the Posterior Parietal Association Cortex and the Dorsolateral Prefrontal Association Cortex (the first, located on the top of the head, receives information from somatosensory, visual, and auditory systems, and figures out the initial conditions for an action - position of the body, external objects, etc. The second, located toward the front top of the head, initiates voluntary reactions to the external stimuli, by sending signals to other motor cortex. Jesus.) It's just going to take some dedicated practice time.

But not tonight. I'm off to watch a video with Andy.
Dave Chapelle   
08:05am 11/07/2005
mood: cleepy
music: La Tortura on repeat for a week
Negrodamus on Chapelle's Show said "White people love Wayne Brady because he makes Brian Gumbel look like Malcolm X." Why do white people love Dave Chapelle so much? I think it's because Dave Chapelle is the black guy we all wish would be our friend. Because he keeps it real, in a not scary way.

Wayne Brady to prostitute: Is Wayne Brady gonna have to choke a bitch?

The cute thing about that scene is the outtakes, where Wayne Brady was really uncomfortable. He says "Could I say something else? Not really connected with bitches?" He's a nice boy.
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I see a robin outside my window   
03:21pm 10/05/2005
mood: Feelin Fine
music: Bagpipe Tune from North Råda, Aryeh Frankfurter
Andy and I went to Vancouver over the weekend. We stayed in the Empire Landmark Hotel on the 39th floor (executive level), two floors under the revolving restaurant, where we ate dinner. It was a really memorable trip, and we both had a great time.

Tonight I'm going to see Andy play softball with his team from work. Then this friday we're going to see a baseball game in Seattle. Go Ichiro! It's Andy's birthday this weekend, so I'm trying to plan something fun... I'm not too creative about this stuff, though. I was really happy with the trip to Vancouver he set up, I thought it was really fun and creative, so I'm hoping I can do something fun with him for his birthday, too.

In other news, congratulations Mom and Dad on the bid for the house!!!! I'm so excited for you! Maybe you won't have to think twice about the black marble countertops now?
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You want a piece of me?   
04:44pm 25/04/2005
mood: DRUNK
music: Deeply Disturbed~ by Infected Mushroom
You better picture this,
I'm not a hopeless case
You want a piece of me?
-Words of Love

ahahahahahahahaha. I finally finished downloading Hyde's solo album "666". So far, it's ENTIRELY ENGLISH. I mean, BAD ENGLISH. I have a feeling Tawny told me about this a long time ago, but it's STILL FUNNY. I still love you Hyde... stop trying to speak English. It's like the opening theme to the anime Beck, which goes "I was made to hit in America!" The current fad in Japan seems to be to write whole songs in English, probably because of the commonly held belief that you can express emotions more openly in English than in Japanese. I happen to be of the opinion that there are quite enough songs in the English language already. Not that Japan much cares what I think of their fads.

Well, I just got home frome work, and I'm currently drinking a little concoction I like to call "Tequila, Rum, Gin, Cassis Liqueur, Coke and Tonic Water Mixed in a Large Glass." ..!!....haha, which I just spilled on myself. It's ok, these are work pants. I'll do laundry tomorrow, I'm working in the evening.

Andy and I made it into the city on Saturday, which was really fun. (When I told my boss I was going "into the city", she said to me "What city?" I was like... "the only city anyone outside the state has ever heard of?" I guess she counts Tacoma as a city?) We found some awesome shops in Belltown that sold imported toys and crazy art and stuff. There were two called "fancy" (http://www.fancyjewels.com/) and "schmancy" (http://www.schmancytoys.com/), right next to each other. The coolest artist we found was Matthew Porter (http://powkid.com/) who draws awesome monkeys. I got coffee at the original Starbucks shop. (I got a latte with a shot of carmel syrup instead of the carmel sauce they put on the macchiato. It was fking GOOD - even Andy thought it was good. I highly recommend it.) I had a really good time. I really miss the city, and this was a really good hit to a certified city addict.

Last night I watched the movie "Audition" again. I'm sure my parents remember my vivid descriptions of this movie, as it is the most FKED up movie I've ever seen. If you like seeing people getting their limbs sawed off with piano wire by a beautiful girl in bondage gear, this is the movie for you. Andy was freaked out. I actually felt much better about it. It's my goal to watch all the movies that have ever scared me... I think we have Event Horizon on the queue at netflix, and I've rewatched Resident Evil. That just leaves the Sylvester Stallone movie Cliffhanger, that movie "Witches" based on the Roahld Dahl book (I saw that when I was a little kid... I couldn't even finish it. Terrible, terrible memories. *cries*). Hm... (Mom and Dad, you guys remember any movies I was terrified by when I was a kid?)

Also, I have a band I just found called "infected mushroom"... they're this Israeli duo who make awesome crazy electronica, kinda goa/psychedelic stuff, but it's really pretty and kind a trancy too... In case you hadn't heard of them.

Ok, I go watch movie now....
Love Forever Love Is Free   
06:39pm 14/04/2005
mood: exhausted
music: Gorillaz - Feel Good, Inc.
I've been listening to Gorillaz' new album all day. I like it. Dennis Hopper narrates this crazy story about a mountain called Monkey and the Happy Folk who live in it's shadow, until their ancient peace is violated by the arrival of modern people who destroy the mountain and make it erupt in anger. Yes, that Dennis Hopper.

Work was crazy today. I was filling a bowl of broccoli cheese soup and it sloshed over the edge onto my thumb. I was completely helpless to clean it off, since I was still holding the bowl, so I had to carefully set it down before I could even flinch. It really, really hurt. I just remember that helpless moment of panic, stifling the instinct to toss the bowl and get the pain off my finger, just ENDURING it for a few seconds. I'm sure the customer didn't even notice. -_-

Early in the day, a man gave me a $5 bill to pay for $4.30. The change machine dumped out 70¢, and he looked at it and said "Um... don't you owe me a dollar?" I assumed he was right and gave him a dollar. After he left I realized he made a mistake, so when we divided up the tips at the end of the day, I gave my dollar to the store to make up the mistake.

At about 5:05 PM (I was supposed to work until 5), a woman came in and ordered three sandwiches. It became clear that she was ordering food for her two young children and her husband. I asked her, "And, what about a sandwich for yourself?" She gave me this surprised, strange look, and said "No, nothing for me. Thank you for asking - no one else does." I felt concerned, so I suggested she might try some soup or salad or something. She told me she'd had gastric-bypass surgery and she usually only ate popcorn or something while her family pigged out. She seemed stressed. I told her she should make sure she gets proper nutrients, and she said she took vitamins every day. She noticed I seemed to be the only one working, I said it was the joy of working with high schoolers. So when she left she gave me tired smile and told me I did a great job and thanked me a lot. And then, after she paid, she came back and called me, by name, back to the table and handed me a dollar over the glass. It was touching.

So I came out even today. Two good deeds, and I get to keep my dollar.

Anyway, I'm exhausted. I'm dying to watch a movie tonight, and turn in early.
Fun with the BBC   
09:58pm 08/04/2005
mood: ^o^ (yawn)
music: Andy playing Gran Turismo -_-
Check it out:

"The Argungu Fishing Festival is the culmination of a four-day cultural event in the north-western Nigerian state of Kebbi. Thousands of fishermen line up like an ancient army, carrying their traditional nets and gourds. At the sound of a gun, they pound towards the narrow river and leap into the water. They have just one hour to catch the biggest fish. ...This year's winning fish weighed 75kg. Four men were needed to hoist it onto the scales."

The BBC has awesome news! I didn't even know the Mona Lisa was being moved to a new room in the Louvre. Or that Munch's painting The Scream had been stolen. And apparently they're having a terrible plague of locusts in Mauritania, and the country is too poor to help the farmers out with pesticides. BBC is cool because it has background information and links to more information on every story. I especially liked the British Labour Party's website. It has this personal welcome from Tony Blair inviting you to send comments because he's "keen to communicate". I love Tony Blair. I'm not saying I agree with his policies. I just love his persona. ENGLAND!!!! *rolls in UK*

In other news, I thought I'd try out some Chinese pop music. I know all about Japanese pop music, but it's strange to realize how little I know about Chinese popular culture at all. So I looked up a few popular singers (yesasia.com is a good source, since it has English, Japanese, Mandarin, and Cantonese versions of the site, and pictures of every album). Then I went to do a search for "chinese" music to see if I could hear some. I don't know why I was surprised, but just from putting in "chinese" as a search word, I got back all sorts of asian fetish porn. I don't know why, but I felt really disgusted to be American all of a sudden. You put in a word denoting an enormous country with an ancient culture, and you get back porn. Anything we don't understand, we dumb down and put it into our own twisted context.

I know, this is the internet, of course that's what I would get from a search for Chinese. It just reminded me of disgust that was already there, I wasn't really disgusted by the particular incident.

Eventually I got some names to search for and I got to listen to some C-pop. Some of it was pretty lame, but some was surprisingly good. I recommend a newish group called F.I.R. (which I think stands for "Fairyland in Reality) - they have some really cool stuff, mixing traditional Chinese instruments in with really modern sounds, and what I think sounds like a Japanese pop rock style. Not scary J-rock. More like B'z J-pop-rock.

Ok, I'm off to bed. *chu*
07:02am 05/04/2005
mood: sleepy
music: Ambitious Japan! - Tokio
Well, here it is 7 AM and I'm not working until 5 PM. Quiznos has me closing tonight, the jerks. It better not be anything like closing at the theater, ie they better let me come home before 2 AM. Either I'll have to be walking along the highway after dark, or Andy will have to stay up to come and pick me up.

My landlords RJ and Peachie (husband and wife) are coming by today at 4 to do the quarterly inspection. I think they mostly wanted to check the fire alarms, but I'm going to vacuum the house and pick up anyway. All those boxes I brought back from my parents house have got to go somewhere. Maybe if I reorganize the office upstairs, I could fit them in there. Hm...

I'm going to try to work out a bit, as well. Now that I'm in the long waiting period between visiting my parents and finding out about school, I have some time to establish some good habits. Maybe, by the time I start school again, I'll have a decent excercise schedule and a balanced diet, not to mention be flossing with regularity. I already feel better eating whole wheat bread again.

Inspirational jpop lyrics for the day (courtesy of Tokio): Be ambitious! waga tomo yo boukensha yo! (My friend, the adventurer!) Be ambitious! Tabidatsu hito yo - yuusha de are! (The person who starts a journey - is a hero!) Be ambitious!
06:41am 16/03/2005
mood: So Sick
music: My own wheezing
I'm so sick. My throat and head hurt, and my sinuses are all fked up. It's probably from actually being exposed to germs at work after a few monthes of staying in my house. My immune system has gotten lazy. I'm drinking hot orange flavored alka-seltzer, which tastes pretty good. Yesterday was pretty bad, I didn't take any medicine until 4am that morning, only because Andy got me some niquil, and I don't think I really slept at all before I took the medicine.

I went to work yesterday, sore throat and fever and all, and I did ok, actually. I got to make some sandwiches and get more practice with helping on the sandwich side. We have a guest manager from another Quiznos helping out while we're training a bunch of new people, and she's having a lot of trouble with the register. It's really obnoxious because she feels the need to tell every customer that she's been at Quiznos for ten years, but she's new here so she doesn't know how to do things our way. It's kind of sad, I mean, I think most of us young underling employees understand that people just come to Quiznos for the sandwiches, not for the atmosphere or the service. Some of the people who have a career there, however, seem to be confused on this, and they seem to think the customers care about how the store is run or what the specific name of the sandwich is, or whatever. Our customers are usually on their breaks from their REAL jobs. They don't care about the employees at Quiznos. Quiznos makes really good, fast sandwiches, but it's still just glorified fast food.

You know what I hate? If the sandwich makers put a "for here" order on a "to go" tray. Then I wrap it up "to go", but it's really for here. Then the customer says, "Oh, excuse me, that order was for here." ...Are you kidding me? You want me to unwrap it and put it on a tray for you? Why can't you do that? Personally I order everything at Quiznos "to go", just because they wrap it up for you and I think it's easier to eat the sandwiches that way. But even if you prefer it unwrapped, how hard IS it to just take it to a table and unwrap it yourself? I mean, if it's supposed to be take out and it gets set out on a for here tray, then that's a problem. The other thing I love is how some people who make sandwiches don't understand how the salad trays work, so they just use whatever tray for the salads... then I get a "for here" salad and I get it ready to eat here, and THEN the customer goes "oh, I'm taking that to go." I love customers who stop me BEFORE I make a mistake, but the people who wait until I'm done can kiss my ass.

But anyway, I'm going to visit my mom and dad in a few days! I'm glad I have Friday off, so I can do my packing and stuff. I really hope I'm over this cold by then. I'm really excited to go home! ...aaahgh... I just had a nice big sneeze... unless my medicine kicks in big-time, maybe I shouldn't be handling food today. -_-
10:56am 06/03/2005
mood: Sleepy & Happy
music: Dishwasher
Life is good. Six Feet Under is probably the best television show I've ever seen. SEE IT!
11:37am 04/03/2005
mood: Tired, but really I'm happy
Ahem. I feel better.

I went over to the Kitsap Mall again yesterday to follow up on some job leads. I turned in an application at Crate & Barrel (an employee told me she thought all positions were full), and I turned in an app at Barnes & Noble, where a manager told me they weren't hiring at the moment, but they would be in May, and they'd keep it on file. I also put in an application at the Portrait Center at Sears; the girl there was nice, and she said she really enjoyed her job, and apparently they may have a position still available.

The big problem with all of these - and, I'm afraid, all retail positions - is that they require flexible hours. Not just prefer it, it says they require it on the application. Am I being stupid in feeling that I shouldn't be sitting at home during the day while Andy's at work and then going out to work in the evening while he's home? I feel pretty strongly about this.

One of the places I've put in an application may turn out to have a mostly daytime position available, and that'd be fine. In the meantime, I think I should pursue some other routes. So, I think I'm qualified to do basic office stuff; typing, answering phones, filing, whatever, I could learn it pretty easily. What I don't know is how does one get these jobs? I look online at classifieds and I've seen a few - and I've sent my resume to a few places. Other ads appear to be through an employment agency, so I don't know where the actual office is, and then my lack of a car becomes a problem. My parents have offered to buy me a car, and sometimes I think it's a good idea, but then I wonder about the insurance... if I can stay on their AAA, fine, but if AAA kicks me off for not being a full-time student, then I have a very large bill to deal with. If I could just get a job that I could get to by bus... but obviously I'm having trouble with this.

Ok... So my big problem is, as my mom puts it, I need to grow a pair. It's getting easier talk to people the more I do it. Cold calling people is still hard, but if I type out what I want to say and practice beforehand, I'm able to do it pretty well. The thing that scares me most, actually, is the possibility of someone calling me back and asking me questions that I haven't thought out the answers to. Well, actually, lots of things about this process scare me.

AND we now have little flies in the kitchen. -_- We recieved plants as a present, and they brought flies. I've killed 10 flies today.

In other news, when I'm not looking up jobs and stuff, I've been spending time on Beliefnet.com, looking at forums. I'm a dork. Surprisingly, I think it makes me feel more social in real life. Now when someone talks to me outside the house, I don't feel intimidated because it's not the first human interaction I've had in a month.

And I've stopped taking advil, and my headaches are still persisting. It may be just taking a while to get off the advil habit, and I may be kind of having withdrawal. I'm only having one cup of coffee a day, and no advil, so... I don't know, I'd say it was from the computer, but yesterday I was out for hours and came home with a splitting headache. It's kind of hard to focus. Like Brent and his caffeine withdrawal on pvponline.com. Pain is funny.
Nothing productive, just hilarious   
11:03am 28/02/2005
mood: hungry
music: Refrigerator
I just went to the blurty homepage, clicked "random" for people's blurties, and I got some guy who capitalized every damn word. The gist of it was like: I Just Thought I Should UpDate... It Always Seems Like Im UpDating With A Long Time Since The Last UpDate... Lifes Going I Guess... That's All I Can Say...

I love the internet.
Job Hunt, etc   
07:17pm 24/02/2005
mood: Tummy Ouchie
music: Benny Benassi "Satisfaction"
I went over to the Kitsap Mall today to look for a job. Not much happened, I don't really want to talk about the job search, it just makes me tired and nervous. But a few interesting incidents occured:

As I was about to cross the street to Target, a woman turned in front of me (out of a parking lot) with a diaper bag and an expensive handbag on the roof of her car above the driver side door. I tried to flag her down but she didn't notice. The diaper bag fell off almost immediately, but the handbag fell off a ways down the road. I ran out in the street to get the diaper bag and missed my chance to cross, of course, and then I went down half a block and climbed over the divide to get the handbag. A guy in a delivery truck had stopped in the lane to get out and pick it up, and I called to him, not wanting the diaper bag and the handbag to get seperated (or the handbag to get stolen). I ran over and got the handbag from him and went back and picked up the diaper bag, and headed for the mall to find someone to give the items to.

Suddenly, the woman pulled up in front of me, I guess she had gone back around through the parking lot to retrace her steps and she was about to pull out of the lot again, and she stopped and opened her door. I was a bit bewildered, and all I could think to do was say, "Is this yours? Sorry about that." Can you believe it? After all I went through to do her a good turn, I didn't even tell her what happened, I just said "Sorry." The woman just repeated "Thank you so much" maybe three times, and then I closed her car door and walked away. I felt kind of let down. I could have said, "Oh, I'm glad I found you! These fell off into the street, it was a struggle to get them back before they were run over by oncoming traffic! It was just my heroic instinct that sprung into action in that split-second of decision. I endangered myself to protect your, a stranger's, diaper bag and expensive designer handbag! AND I didn't steal anything!" At least then she would feel grateful that such a kind stranger happened to be in the vicinity in her moment of stupidity.

But instead, "Sorry." I always say sorry - when I say sorry, I mean "I feel sorry for you that you were inconvenienced/had a difficult experience/had something bad happen." Of course, no one interprets it that way. I wish there was a phrase for that in colloquial English. I guess you can say, "Yeah, too bad about that," but it always sounds sarcastic to me. What else can you say? "My condolences"? Not unless someone died. "Better luck next time"? Not if the person made a mistake that was their own fault. "It happens to the best of us"? Stupid. Um... Nothing springs to mind. Anyone help me out?

I'm trying to be more assertive lately - it's the only way to get along with Andy and the only way I'm going to get a job and make friends, for sure. I made a friend today! A very nice Mormon boy who just got back from a year "teaching" in Korea. His hobbies are video production, writing, he wanted to go to Japan, you know, we just had a lot in common. I'm not going to join his church or anything, but I'm gonna give him an email and talk to him a bit more, try and figure out if he's an ax murderer or something.

Well, that's all the news that's fit to print. I think Andy's done with his car washing (it being now 7:40 PM), so we might watch an episode of Red Dwarf Season 3 we got from Netflix. Life be my wild mistress.
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01:31pm 23/02/2005
mood: Headache
music: Aryeh Frankfurter
Eeeheehee. I just called Kaiser to make an appointment with an OB/GYN about my little recurring problem. The advice nurse on the phone asked what I had been advised to do before. I told her about the Estrogen cream, and then the other suggestion I was given by my nurse practitioner... involving a trip to Good Vibrations... and the nurse on the phone, who had been very professional up until that point, was like "Oh. My. God. ...What? She said what to you?" She sounded totally appalled. She put in a request for an appointment, making sure to ask for a different nurse practitioner. At the end of the call she was like "I cannot believe she said that to you." For some reason, I'm proud. I grossed out a nurse.
I Caught You A Delicious Bass   
08:04pm 22/02/2005
mood: Le Tired
music: The Faint
In the evening I saw you, you were warming the bass up.
Your hair covered your face up,
I was acting indifferent at the merch booth, putting on makeup.
-The Faint "Desperate Guys"

The Faint's new album is pretty good. Symptom Finger is AWESOME; Desperate Guys, I Disappear, How Could I Forget and Southern Belles in London Sing are really good songs. I freaking LOVE The Faint.

I cooked some delicious soup for dinner. Basically take chicken top ramen, then add some fried chicken pieces, some frozen vegetables, sriracha hot sauce, curry powder, memmi japanese soup base, peas, corn and some green onions. Top off with some milk (both to drown the spiciness and to make it creamy). Serve with cold beer.

Andy's outside using his new car washing toys to clean his xB. His mom gave us one of those green and yellow upside-down arrow magnets that are on a lot of cars in Japan. I finally found out what they mean, too - they apparently denote a driver who has less than a year experience. They have one for seniors, too. What an awesome system! So, if someone in front of you is driving obnoxiously or slowly, you can make better judgements about how to deal with them. Instead of thinking "Stupid asshole going too slow jerk!!!" you can see it's a new driver or an old person and just accept your fate. "Old driver, just my luck."

I started reading "Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman!" this morning (autobiography of Richard Feynman, crazy physics genius guy.) Awesome book. Jane recommended it to me years ago. I got a chance to borrow a pile of books from Andy's parents house (from his expat sister's room), and I got a bunch of awesome ones. Choke and Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palahnuik, Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris, the obligatory Brave New World and some Ray Bradbury and Carl Sagan and Brief History of Time by Steven Hawking, and I even borrowed Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy (after rereading it in one night, it's so awesome. I'm convinced that if Andy'd just gave it a chance he would enjoy the book, but he just seems annoyed by my attempts to convince him. -_- I want to send around a petition to everyone I know asking "If you think HGttG is one of the best books ever, sign here" ...maybe that'd convince him. haha) I know, I know - I'm in the middle of two books already. I'm just not feeling like Harry Potter right now, I enjoy reading HP more when I'm actually busy with my life, so the intense escapist fantasy feels refreshing, instead of making me feel guilty. Right now, if I'm going to read anything, it should be something intellectually stimulating. And Colleen McCullough feels too long to read in fifteen minute increments.

Anyway, I just felt like writing some stuff down in the blurty, but I really didn't have anything to say. Tomorrow I'm planning to take the bus over to the Kitsap Mall area and spend a few hours filling out applications. If I get over there around 1 or 2 o'clock, I can just stay there until 4 and Andy can come pick me up. And lucky him, that's a perfect chance to go to the mall and buy the new Gran Turismo car racing game that came out today. Brilliant! Okay, I'll go crawl into bed now.
Blind Typing & Blowing My Own Horn (i.e., resume writing)   
03:18pm 18/02/2005
mood: Still sleepy after napping!>.<
music: Gregorian Chanting
This is weird, I’m typing with my eyes closed. I’m not even picturing what the words look like on the screen, I’m picturing what my fingers look like on the keyboard. I guess I’m more used to looking at my hands than at the screen.

I should write my blurty without looking at what I’m doing. Hi everybody! I’m typing with my eyes closed! I’m trying to figure out if my typing it good enough for me to put on my resume that I’m a good typist. I’ts hard to compose a sentence without looking at it. I’m not going to make any corrections to this writing after I open my eyes. Sometimes while I’m typing I know I make an error, and then I delete it and correct it without having to look. It makes me feel good to be so familiar with my ekyboard. I’m hoping I won’t have to impress anyong with my typing on a normal PC keyboard without having a chance to get used to it first. The keys are so much bigger and they feel different when you touvh them. Woops! I always get those cvxzy mixed up, I don’ tknow why. I huess they all kind of look the same to me, and I picture them the same in my head. Sometimes I’ll type a v instead of a y, for ecample, because they look similar, bot because they’re anywhere near each other on the keyboard. And I can never remember what order they go in sown there… for some reason, when I’m reaching up for the upper row, I can alwwaus seem to remember where the keu I’m searching for it, but on the bottom, if I’m looking for a c,x,v,or z, I can’t picture it in my mind. Probably it’s more awkward reaching down under your palm with your fingers, and since it’s my left hand, I’m less dexterous with it anyway.

Also, it’s stupid how my muscles in my hands can remember certain words, but they’ll just type them at the wrong times – like if, is, in, and it will sometimes interchange with each other. I’ll go to type “apple” and a common word like “about” or “and” will type itself instead.

Anyway, I guess you can deduce from this that I’m working on my resume today. I’m submitting my resume to Monster so employers may run across it in the database. I hate writing a resume, it’s such a pain thinking up what useful things I can do, without any real job experience. I can string words together in a logical way, isn't that useful to you? Why don’t I post the resume I made on my blurty for you people to look at… that might be entertaining. Feel free to send me critiques and suggestions, I'm not particularly proud of this thing so don't worry about hurting my feelings.

Jessica Bennett Clark
1986 Green Glen Ln
Bremerton, WA 98311

September 15, 1983, in Singapore. (My parents, both civilian naval employees, returned with me to America when I was two years old. I was born a US citizen.)


• High School: SAT: 1310; English Literature AP Test: 4

• San Francisco State University
(Fall 2001 – Fall 2004)
(Dean’s List: Fall 2001, Fall 2002 – Spring 2003)
Major in Psychology
Cumulative GPA: 3.27

• Cal State Study Abroad: Waseda University, Tokyo
(Fall 2003 – Spring 2004)
I attended college in Tokyo for a year while living with a Japanese host family. I can communicate competently in spoken Japanese, at an intermediate level in written.

Work Experience and Skills:

• Computer Skills: I am familiar with most common computer programs, including
• Microsoft Word, Excel, Internet Explorer
• Adobe Photoshop, Illustrator, Pagemaker
• Macromedia Flash, Dreamweaver
• Fast and accurate typist
I am comfortable with both Apple and Windows-based computers, to the point where I could achieve fluency in a computer program in a matter of hours.

• Computer Graphic Design: I was hired to design the page layout for my high school’s Parents’ Club newsletter for my senior year of high school. I used Adobe Pagemaker on an Apple iMac. I worked with members of Parents’ Club, communicating on an adult level, met my deadlines, and turned out a valuable product.

• Writing Skills: I have taken many higher-level classes in college, for which I have written difficult research papers and essays. I have an excellent grasp of grammar and spelling, and I have a highly developed ability to get ideas across in writing. I write fiction in my spare time.

• Child Care: In the summer of 2002, I worked as a preschool teacher’s assistant at the Walnut Creek Fine Art’s Preschool. I supervised, played with, read to, and sometimes disciplined children ages 2 to 5.

• Customer Service: I have held two summer jobs at movie theaters, at Brenden Theaters and Century Theaters, working in various food service and customer service positions. At Century Theaters, I was one of a few to be trained in the more complicated café position, where my responsibilities were to operate an espresso machine, make various types of food, handle money, and clean up my entire area after hours. In this position I had much more autonomy and responsibility than other employees.

...Right, now come and get me boys. ~_~
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