Its Thanksgiving Apparently.

Well, there's no juicy turkey, mountain of mashed potatoes, or thick, delicious gravy here. There's no vomit-inducing, digestion system testing, drunken, obnoxious, potentially violent meals of any kind for old Bouche tonight. Just me and Hugs, having a pleasant conversation about weird cartoon signs we saw today over a nice meal of chicken and rice. Yep, the Japanese don't really do Christmas so you can sure as fuck forget about Thanksgiving.
My kids haven't been too bad this month. Not that funny either though. I did have a funny pee incident in one of my classes. It was actually the same class that had the urine fiesta last time, same girl too. She opened the bathroom door and gestured for me to come take a look. This little 4 year old girl had managed to piss all over the seat, floor, and back of the toilet, and wanted me to clean it up. I was so dumbfounded how a little girl had managed to miss the toilet by so much that I wasn't even mad. She hadn’t impressed me enough to wipe it up for her however, so she only got a handful of toilet paper and an encouraging wink from me for help. There is one really cute thing a lot of the younger kids do though, I've discovered. There is a children's form of the title "San" (which means Mr. or Mrs., for those of you who have managed not to know this. By "those of you" I mean my sister). It's "Chan", so they will sometimes call each other, or themselves, ~ chan. Its very funny hearing them refer to other kids as, for example, "Ms.Yuka", when Ms.Yuka is currently eating a crayon.
I did a little traveling this month, making it down to Hiroshima for a 3-day weekend. Hiroshima is really nice but the museums are pretty depressing. For some reason, they are hung up on the fact that thousands of them were burned to death with a giant bomb, just so that the commies wouldn't have more influence in post-war Japan. Anyways, I kept reminding my friend Jessie that she lived in a very dangerous city, being as way more people have been killed by atomic bombs in Hiroshima than any other city and that it has the highest rate of mass destruction bombing in the world. Way more than say, Osaka or Vancouver. But she didn’t appreciate my logic. This weekend did, however, make me realize how crappy my apartment and neighbourhood are. Jessie's place is huge (comparatively) and she lives in a really nice town with libraries and universities and such. I live in the Hamilton of Japan. I never really had anything to compare my area to until I saw her place and its kind of a piss off. She is nowhere near a urology clinic though, so she’s shit out of luck if she gets the clap, sucker.
Ok that’s about it. I'm posting pics online soon I think. I hope you had a good Thanksgiving.

Bouche


P.S. There were no funny neighbour stories this time because I haven't seen one of my neighbours since the last time I wrote. There are 42 apartments in my building (I counted), and I didn't see anyone in 3 weeks. Stunning.