Let me start from the beginning.
First of all, I love Japan but I have only been once before. Back in my high school days when shit was real and my social life sucked less, I went on a study abroad to Japan. I fell in love and now I am going back for an entire year...which brings me to the reason I am writing this blog. I went to Japan, I saw things, I did things, I ate things, but now it's all fuzzy. My best friend, however, wrote a xanga (the OG blogspot) and now all of her trials and triumphs in Japan are at her fingertips, free for her to peruse as she wishes. I want this. I want to peruse.
So here I am, months away from Japan and waiting for my acceptance letter from Sophia University (my college assured me that I'm in but wouldn't it be funny if I somehow got rejected? *nervous snort-laugh*). I will post a shit load more right before I get to Japan and when I am actually there but for now my posts will probably be random-Japanese related things.
STARTING WITH A CUTE JAPANESE GIRL!
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There once was a boy who loved Japan. This boy grew up in the South Bay and longed to be Japanese, much like how the hefty long for Ho Ho's. However, this boy could not find acceptance among his oriental schoolmates. He cried because he did not understand until one day he looked down at his hands. They were not the yellowy hue of his comrades. No, they were white. And so he set out on a journey to beat the odds and learn the ways of his people, a people shrouded in mystery, tradition, and sushi.
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