Wednesday, March 31, 2010

In Nagoya now. Ive seen approximately 270 castles, temples and gardens, climbed two mountains,handfed monkeys, hung out with elderly japanese restaurant owners, and last night I also ate whale meat. Ryan and I went to a local pub to try some real old fashioned sushi and ran into this really happy bunch of people. One news paper editor, a "nozomi train pilot" as he called himself (hes a fucking subway driver) and the previously mentioned restaurant owner. They bought us sake, japanese vodka, japanese beer and of course some awesome Nagoya specialties food wise. We talked about whale hunting, books, swedish meatballs, american women, mountain climbing and nepalese children while getting drunk and smoking menthol cigarettes. After a while we went over to the restaurant owners place where he served us home made booze that tasted kind of like kaluha, and talked some more. He asked me to find him a swedish woman cause the japanese were all too skinny. Anyone interested in a 61 year old mountain climber with an awesome beard, let me know and Ill give you his number.

Best night ever.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

You walk down a street, any street, in Osaka. You look at the buildings and see awesomeness everywhere. Giant crabs climbing walls, octopuses, statues depicting giant heads on feet. You look at the people and go NNNNGH #splurt# cause they have THESE CHEEKBONES AND OMG theyre hot. All of them. It takes a lot of self control to not rape people in the face when youre in Japan. Luckily, self controlling is what I do best. Besides from writing stupid ramblings in a stupid blog when I should be sleeping.

Which Ill be doing wearing a tshirt that smells like Oscar. Cause Im really gay like that.
Yesterday was the worst day in a long time. No sleep, no food, lots and lots of jetlag and no Ryan Hurst to be seen. So I waited at the airport for about 11 hours before giving up and going to a hotel I really could not afford. I slept in a bed the size of a swimmingpool which was great and took two, I count two, long showers which was even better. Just had breakfast and about to head out to Osaka to find the fledgling Americans and see the sumo wrestlers touch eachother like only men can do.

Awesome things about Japan:

every machine i have seen here so far has puppies or baby foxes on the screens. Also they sound like Tachikomas.

There are people working at the airport whose only job seems to be cleaning doorknobs.

they drive on the wrong side of the road

THERE ARE SAKURA TREES!

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

ohgod.

The taste of Oscar in my mouth, the scent of Oscar on my skin and in my hair, the reminiscence of his body still keeping me warm even hours after he went to work. And tomorrow at 5 AM I'm taking the train to the airport and the plane to Tokyo, and I never ever ever thought I'd say this but I don't want to go to Japan.

Monday, March 22, 2010

"Nu ska jag gå till tvättstugan. Jag kommer säkert få det jättebra där."
- My aunt's boyfriend is unintentionally hilarious.

Called home earlier. My dad called me a piece of shit, asked me to buy a zulu spear to pierce the cat with, and demanded that I bring home the skin of a Japanese child when I return from the land of the rising sun. He later went on to tell me he hoped my eyeballs turn triangular. My dad is fucking awesome.

Lastly, I bought a new cellphone, hopefully I will now be able to communicate my thoughts of awesome even when I'm off to uncivilized lands. Those of you worthy will recieve the number soon.

Mmmm.

Oscar has now been formally introduced to the most important person in my life; my dog. And she only tried to bite him once. Success.

I learned something else about him last night aswell. He's a wonderful kisser.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

in my dreams, I see that town..

Yesterday (well, technically today too since we hung out til like 5:30 a.m) was awesome, seeing Oscar again was great and it was plenty fun playing videogames all night. Silent Hill: Shattered Memories generally sucked but dr. K is plain fucking badass. He alone makes the game worth playing and I'm not even exaggerating.

Four conclusions after last night:
1, Harry Mason is an excellent pedophile.
2, There need to be more games featuring albinos.
3, Oscar is so cool. When I grow up I'm gonna have a beard just like his.
4, He also has a really nice voice.


Today my dear old papa came over, we went for a walk in the rain and the mud. He's obviously not happy with the way things are going, but he seemed okay. Which is good. I'm not okay when he's not okay.

Also, my dog has started some sort of intellectual pursuit. Atleast she's started going through my books when I'm not around. I think she's cheating with the reading though, she turns the pages way too fast for a six year old.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

*moan*

onward inward.

Tranquil state of mind. Letting my thoughts wander again and my fingers on the keyboard with them.

Today was so badass. Spring is on the way, I'm getting a really good connection with my dog, I had a great session with my shrink, my dad sounded slightly less miserable on the phone, and I just had really good springrolls. I'm really close to being out of my depression. It's the first time in many years I don't spend the majority of my thoughts on the former best friend. It's the first time in about two years I feel okay with myself and my life. I have stuff to look forward to and I'm making progress, as a dog trainer, a martial artist, a student, a person.
Losing my former best friend was devastating, losing myself was worse. I've regained some parts of myself, and grew new ones where the old were entirely lost. I still relapse, but that's okay. And as always, once you're out, it was worth it. I gave my all, I lost it, but that's okay. Atleast I had the guts to try at all and I learned things about myself along the way. And that's what it's all about. Trying, pushing, sometimes failing, learning, growing.

Right now my main focus is on school, which is really fun these days. I love learning and I love the fact that the things I'm learning will be used in practice in a not too distant future. Knowing my words and my work may make a difference in the world is a pretty exciting feeling.

I'm also really happy I have Tilda to drown in love and affection. She doesn't get disgusted with me for caring, which is cool. She cares back, which is even cooler. I'm also insanely grateful to my dad, my aunt, her boyfriend, my grandma, cousin and also my shrink for being there for me, letting me know I matter to them.

I'm incredibly grateful for the friends that patiently stood by and waited even when I went into my shell and disappeared on them for a year and a half. Especially Lan, my sweet bacon loving canindian friend, who kept in touch with me even despite what his big brother did and my reactions to it. I'm also really happy about my new friends, and potential friends-to-be. Some of whom dare travel to Japan with me, some of whom read my blog and still dare to talk to me. I don't know what's wrong with you people. But I want you to know I have a knife and I'm not scared of using it.

00.40

R: Yesterday at 12:08pm:
Ska du ha dig en smocka?

L: Yesterday at 6:23pm:
Det hoppas jag att du förstår att jag vill. Väldigt, väldigt mycket. ·

R: Yesterday at 9:10pm:
Då.. eh.. får du väl ha det då.

L: 10 minutes ago:
Du ska få en len smekning i stjärten i gengäld. Med en sidenfjäder indränkt i smält smör. ·

Sunday, March 14, 2010

koi

Two awesome things about yesterday:

1, Seeing a hedgehog fish, which is the coolest fish I've seen in a long time:



It's got the cutest mouth ever. You can't see it in this picture, but it also has blue eye shadow and glowing eyes.

2, Seeing Oscar, who is, if not as cute as the hedgehog fish, still pretty damn cute. And also funny, really knowledgeable about videogames and generally great company. Last night was the best in a long time.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Oh god.

It just hit me. I'm closer to 30 than 20.

Motherfucker, you old.

darling dogs.

The list of incidents starting with my birthday sink-miracle continues. Day before yesterday, my dog decided to jump into a huge pile of leaves that, unfortunately, consisted more of cat shit than leaves. I had to shampoo her six, I shit you not, six times to get rid of the stink, and by the time she stopped smelling, the bathroom and yours truly smelled even worse.

Later in the evening, one of the other dogs puked in my bed. He'd eaten a rat the day before that didn't agree with his stomach. A half-digested rat in the bed was not really what I'd wished for, but it was still nice of him to give me a present none the less.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

the List.

My aunt has gotten this strange desire to marry me off lately.

A list of her intended suitors covering the past week:

1: Her boyfriend's brother. He's a 50 year old dragshow artist, which is cool, but somehow just not marriage-material in my book.

2: The guy hired to paint my grandma's place. "He's german and has a nice apartment, he told me he has a red fridge!". Yeah.

3: A suicidal alcoholic with a serious oidipus complex.

4: My cousin's 19 year old friend. He's gay by the way.

Oh well. Atleast she's not like S, who is trying to marry me off to a dutch guy who likes buying parrots just to put them in his fridge and watch them die.

AAAAAAHAHAH!

I had the best birthday ever. It started with a bookshelf breaking down and spewing books all over the floor. It continued with the upstairs neighbor getting a clogged sink, which he solved with such ingenious action that black goop started gushing out of MY sink, and onto the floor, ruining.. well, pretty much evertything in the kitchen. I then had to spend two hours waiting for dirty polish men with a long ass tube to come suck things out of the sink and into their goop-sucker-truck outside. My dog didn't try to eat them, that was actually quite surprising to me and a real relief. Anyway, once the polish people were out and the floor was clean, there were 15 minutes left until my birthday guests were arriving. We all helped out and coughed up the most awesome chicken dinner ever. My aunt, uncle, grandma and cousin, with three dogs were there. I got two pairs of pants, two vietnamese and thai cook books, MGS4 (Loba, if you weren't my cousin I'd give you a rimjob, I love you), and some money. Best present though were five hours of intense laughter and the feeling of actually being cared for.
Having the parents over tomorrow, hopefully without incidents.

Monday, March 1, 2010

birthdaydethday



My birthday is on friday. You know you want to give me something. Yes you do.

http://www.survivalinternational.org/actnow/writealetter

Do this and I'll be eternally grateful.