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My neighbors must be really 'busy' or something, I haven't seen the 'do not disturb' sign leave their door knob. Last trip to Akihabara -- sad face -- and then off to Harajuku. I found a pair of hooked gloves (I've been looking for a good pair for years), they're pretty cool and only cost me 3000 yen -- eak! Interesting clothes tend to be expensive, darn supply and demand. There were a couple gothic-punkish outfits that I liked (nothing too over the top I assure you), but they ran around 8000+ yen. I saw my first cyber dressed girl today. She didn't do the look justice. She was wearing a small chest plate/bib/halter with nothing underneath it, no chest either. It's too bad, that stuff is pretty expensive.
I talked to the French sounding guest services guy today about moving to Japan. Appearntly he had come here for a couple month long trip and decided to stay -- that was 11 years ago. I would really like to do it, if only for like a year. Right now everything is open, for the first time since High School I can choose what I do. Hush to all you who say I had choices in the military. It doesn't count when all your choices are things you hate.
My luggage has like doubled in weight. Good thing I had packed light comming here, my little outfits don't take up much space. Oh my gosh, my sweaty dirty clothes stink terribly. I pity the airport worker who digs through my stuff.
I saw one of the black vans. The guy wasn't nearly as angry sounding as he would have been if he was an American, but we tend to be loud and obnoxious. I noticed I tend to shake hands harder than the Europeans I've met, and I generally have a weak-average handshake. On the other hand my only frame of reference is the military. However, when the American women hugged me goodbye, I like barely touched them. Maybe I still have some of my old phobic tendencies.