this blog began as a section on my site called “Infinite Diarrhea” which I took down very shortly after starting it because … people were reading it. This, in turn, was causing problems in my already failing marriage …
School is finally getting interesting (read: challenging) and I am finding myself actually sitting up and paying attention.
I’ve decided that an Associates degree is too limited for my needs and will go for a BA instead, expanding upon the multimedia graphics to include web disciplines as well.
Can’t wait to sink my teeth into (or get sunk by) database applications!
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On the bus ride from school Monday afternoon, I found myself a lone white boy in a sea of Japanese.
The entire back of the bus was crowded, minus my own pasty self, with black Patagonia clad, young Japanese men – all students at the same college as I – yet in a different world.
The elongated vowels, enthusiastic chatter, and rapid head nodding had me feeling all out of place – a sore thumb in a fistful of waving fingers – until I realized:
“Hey, we’re in Port Angeles, here! USA. They’re the gaijin, not me!”
