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2.03.2005

05:18 - Pork induced coma..

The title suggest a great deal about the start of this post. I went to bed yesterday at 1730 (5:30 for those that don't live 24 hr time.) The reason for this is I came home with one thing, ONE driving passion in my mind:

Bacon
I set right to work just like Santa Claus and made one full package of Japan's bacon-like meat (it really should be a crime to call it bacon actually) and then inhaled 3! BLT's (that's bacon, lettuce and toast). This caused an imediate shut down of my body and I was sleeping soundly shortly after.
So now I'm set with a problem. It's 0521, I've been up since 0130 and it's too late to do anything about it, but make breakfast ( bacon and eggs) and go to school. On the brightside I completely reorganized and cleaned my house between the hrs of 0200 and 0430.

Some other updates:
Yesterday I was walking up to two of my 7th grade girls to chat a bit. They were lying on the ground and as I walked up one girl reached down and yanked her "friend's," (some friend) skirt up around her ears.
I saw Paris,
I saw France,
I saw red underpants with little white flowers.
(maybe flowers, I didn't look that close).

I promptly called the other girl a pervert (I used chikkan which is the guy on the subway that touches women) and walked away laughing. So much for conversation.

Spring is still a ways away, but my students seem to be in the mood. Japanese are typically secretive to a fault, but young people these days aren't really any more. There are many clear cut "couples," in my school's 8th grade (none in the 9th grade that I know of). Even more surprising is how affectionate the students have turned towards me.
It's OFFICIAL, I am staying a 3rd year.
That being said, I think the students have started to really accept me-finally. Last week for example I had a student actually come up behind me and hug me.. and not in a wicked way attempting to make a joke or anything. I was too shocked.

Other news:
Adventure in Dentistry

That being said, I was nervous. I asked last week if anyone in my Ekaiwa (private english class) had any recommendations for a good dentist. I found one in my town (the only one) and he was highly recomended. I should preface this with a few stories of Japanese dentistry.
1. Japanese teeth (as described by a friend) are much like taking a large order of french fries from McD's and pouring them into the take out bag. (not all, but alot).
2. Until recently if you had to go to the dentist you might as well slit your wrists. I have heard stories of root canals w/o any numbing agents and seen first hand mouths SO full of metal they couldn't go through an airport metal detector without a special license.

So I went. I have had 5 dentist in my life of 31 years and this guy was the best with a needle yet. Not any pain at all. He yanked out an old broken amalgam filling and replaced it with a resin (white) filling. He did an excellent job and his english (and my Japanese) were good enough to get all the needs and wants taken care of. Here's the best part.

It only cost me 27$US! (including the cleaning of all my teeth, X-rays, etc) Sure I didn't get a free tooth brush or dental floss when I left but WHO CARES! It only cost 27$. I think I'm going back to have some more work done (press my luck, no wammies, common big bucks!- 80's game show quote) and see about cosmetic work.. for these prices I might as well.

That's all for now. Thanks for stopping by,
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