BrainVomit.

posted anything on here in forever… I am now breaking this drought of posts with nothing! So bored. I hate physics.

So on Saturday we went to the New Sanno for a day trip. Thinking this would be a grand journey, I excitedly grabbed my backpack along with my Holga and DS. After hours of life-wasting in a car while being forced to listen to old-school country, we arrived only to go to the pearl shop in the Sanno and then leave. We did, however, go this amazingly delicious orgasm-in-my-mouth Mexican restaurant and I got this massive chimichanga. We then got back into the car and went back home.

We made it back by 1:30, so I decided to try and get my film developed on base. The usual extortionists wouldn’t even develop it because it was 120mm, so I sojourned off base to the photo lab beneath Seiyu. On the way there, I was beleaguered by this Japanese dude who kept asking me if I wanted to read this magazine about divorce. It was called “Is Divorce Really the Answer?”. I don’t know how old he thought I was, but I politely declined and continued walking.

Then as I was passing the store with the neon mushrooms out front, I heard massive bass coming from inside. I looked through the window to see a large group of Japanese men doing some strange combination of step aerobics and high school cheerleading and dance. I continued on.

I made it to the store, and spent the better part of 15 minutes trying to explain the idea behind cross processing. Eventually, this quiet little girl in the back came up and told me “If you want cross processed, go to this store in Tachikawa Station.” She couldn’t have told me this sooner, or that would’ve made things easy…

I called Iggy, because I knew him and Jelli said something about going to Tachikawa. They were already at MoriTown, so I took the next train up to Tachi. I got there and roamed the entire station, and couldn’t find the store she had mentioned. I think she made it up. So I decided to go to Bic Camera.

I found Iggy, Jelli, and Zach up in the backpack section and then went to see if the people wouldn’t cross process my film. The dude spoke no English, and spoke Japanese incredibly fast, so I couldn’t understand a single thing he said. Apparently he could write English, though. He took my film and now I can pick it up in 2 weeks.

I was going to hang out for a little bit, but it was later than I thought, so I had to go home. Well, now you know that much more about my life and can add this to your stalker collection. You’re welcome.

and was like “WTF is Jennifer Aniston doing in our house?!” Apparently it was just some lady that looks like her… much less exciting.