The honeymoon period between Tokyo and myself is o-v-e-r. Where, oh where do I begin?
Lets talk about a month of inconsistent internet? Okay so, once in a while I'll pick up a wonky connection in my apartment. In the corner. On top of my little fridge, which has become a little desk; with an ashtray and a coffee cup and water. And wrappers.
But more often than not, I'm outside on the ground in my hallway. But as of lately I'm outside in my hallway and f'ing shivering because its all of 50degrees now.
Right now I'm indoors, and it took 15 minutes for blogger to load. So yeah.
Walking down the street
DEAR TOKYO, PLEASE pick a side of the street to walk on. AND STICK WITH IT. At first I thought they were just fucking with me because I was a foreigner. Now Im just convinced that there isn't a social norm as to what side of the street to walk on. So Im weaving in and out of people walking right towards me. No one moves until we're about to bash heads. ITS SO ANNOYING. The stairs on the subways have arrows designating what side to stay on. Fuck that. The tokyans walk wherever they please.
MY BATHROOM FLOODING
Yes. My bathroom has started to flood. My shower doesn't have anything over the drain, so for a month all of my hair has been going into.. wherever. But now the drain on the floor is letting water in. The first time this happened I almost starting crying. 1. all of my stuff was wet. 2. i live over a cemetery and I thought some creepy little creature was coming to kill me. hahaaaaa One of my bookers came over to install a real phone (YAY) and supposedly put some drain-o esque stuff in the drain. Its not flooding now. But it looks like it may any minute now.
Everything that came with my apartment doesn't require directions. So whatever about all the japanese writing all over it. Except for this heater looking thing. I can't tell if its only air conditioning or what. Im not about to press anything for fear of my apartment getting more cold than it already is.
So, Im going to turn my stove on. Its not a gas stove, so I'm not going to die. But I might burn the place down. *knock on wood.
Once I loved you. A lot. I felt like I was in Lost In Translation. And the amount of people that cross the street at once has been rumored to be 10,000?! GREAT. I used to think the fact that the billboards all had sound was pretty bad ass. Now Im beginning to consider Shibuya the Time's Square of Tokyo. aka Avoid it like the plague. Its noisy. Its a lot of people. None of which seem to know where they're going. People stopping in the middle of nowhere to take a photo. Or just stopping in the middle of nowhere because thats just what people do around here.
1. I love you because you're everywhere. Unlike New York where we can choose between Starbucks, Dunkin Donuts (#1) or a Deli. Or a real restaurant. But in Tokyo we have Starbucks, Tully's, Excelsior or however youd like to spell it, Dutour, etc etc etc. Lovely. BUT YOU'RE SO EXPENSIVE! =( At mcdonalds you're 100y = $1. But you only give me one little thing of cream. And when I ask you for more, you think Im trying to buy a carton of milk. =/
YOU DONT TRASHCANS ON THE STREET. So you have to wait until you pass one out in front of a 7-11 or wait until you get home. You dont realize what its like to have to carry around everything. Empty water bottles. Cigarette butts. Wrappers. Gross gross gross. Tokyo takes everything beyond recycling too. Sort garbage between burnable and non burnable. Take the top off the coffee cup, they go in seperate bags, y'all. I've given up. Everything goes in one damn bag. SORRY. =/ And FYI now I can't take out my garbage after dark. WHY? Wellllllll. I went downstairs into the garbage room on the side of the building to throw out about 5 bags of garbage (not regular sized bags, like shopping bags). It was all sorted, I was putting them into their correct bins when the HUGEST COCKROACH BUG THING RUNS OUT. I drop everything and run. run run run and scream and totally wig out. so f'ing gross. soo gross. ughrhrhrhrhrrh
Okay as for things I still love;
I still love the shopping. But I've only bought Vintage and Uniqlo. Vintage shopping here is fabtastic. And the uniqlo is probably the same in new york, but I just never go in.
I still love...my manager. Though I wish she would understand my sarcasm, because sometimes she thinks Im being a pain in the ass and gets a little huffy with me. But then we kiss and make up and everything is fine.
I still love...mc donalds.
I love drinking champagne in the van out of a water bottle with the girls and then having a Guitar Catalog casting and all of us having too much fun.
I love a nameless model with my agency that passed gas during a casting. Turned beet red and was told by our passive aggressive manager 'its okay. go to the van now.'
I dont love the lack of work. I hate the lack of work, actually. If it weren't thanksgiving this coming week, I would've left tokyo already.
Im probably leaving early December. I dont really want to leave. But what can you do? Here to make money. Money isn't being made. Need to go back to the mothership.
Pictures when I can brave sitting outside in the wind.