Days... of our lives.

A few days ago I was sitting down (as I often do), and decided that I would rather be standing up. Little did I know that this seemingly innocuous decision would ultimately make the next few days of my life an exercise in ouchiness. When I first began to stand, everything felt fine, when I became fully erect however... It was as though my spine was made of funny bones in place of vertebrae, and I had hit all of them simultaneously.

The pain lancing through my lower back brought me to the floor, where I remained for about 30 minutes. When I finally mustered enough courage to attempt movement, I discovered that I could actually get about just fine, so long as I didn't bend, twist or breathe. I also discovered a new skill; I possess the ability to make AND eat ramen with my upper-body parallel to the ground.

I skipped class the next day, since traveling at even snail-like speeds made me feel like there was an industrious dwarf mining my coccyx for mithril. Who the hell named the coccyx the coccyx? Could they possibly have chosen a more ludicrous spelling? No, it is the stupidest word ever. In any case... The day off was a good idea, as I am pretty much OK now. I'm still getting an occasional twinge of pain when I practice my back hand springs, but for the most part I am healed.

Friday night me and a couple friends went out to partake in the mirth and the merry-making, but The friend who knew where we were going (she shall remain nameless, but her name rhymes with "guy-sha") apparently did NOT know where we were going. We walked in circles for a while, asking directions twice, before I saw something I can only describe as a "mass exodus". About 60 super-model-caliber women filed past us in flocks of 8-12, fleeing like rats off a sinking ship. One of them overheard that we were looking for (man)'s party, and explained that she was just leaving, and gave directions. Naturally, I was thrilled about this, since the BEST way to get enthusiastic about an event is to see dozens of gorgeous women leaving just as you arrive.

We get to the party (though I use the word loosely) to find just ONE girl, forlornly sitting on the stairs and holding her head. She was surrounded by a dozen neanderthals cavorting about in animal skins, flinging their own shit at each other in drunken glee. Ok, maybe thats a slight exaggeration, but... no, actually thats pretty accurate. We left that sorry event like they were giving mandatory aids shots, and went to IHOP. Pancakes and chicken strips were eaten, fun was had, and a potentially horrendous night was salvaged.

Tonight I went to a hibachi restaurant for my dads birthday, and I decided it would be a great chance to use some of the Japanese I've been learning. I ordered using the phrase "Niwatori to hebi onegai shimasu". We went about our business, my food arrived, and I continued to talk to the waitress in Japanese, saying things like "Could I have some more tea" and "Thank you, it is very good". about 15 minutes later, I said to her "Sumimasen, kyoo wa watashi no chichi no tanjyoubi desu" (excuse me, today is my fathers birthday) to which she replied "I'm sorry... I'm not Japanese." I then realized that I had ordered "Chicken and Snake" not "Chicken and shrimp". At least there was no one there to call me out on it.