But On a quick side note. I’m watching TV as I write this, and all I’m actually like watching is the commercials. They’re much shorter, is all I really have to say, and I just saw a commercial for Patapon 2 and Loco Roco 2. It’s been hard not to buy all these games.. And I don’t even have a PSP. But the DS Eye came out here, and I want to snatch up the first one I see... But aw man. I’m a college student.
Oh, Cooking Mama’s coming out on Wii!?
So it was pretty early today. Set the alarm to 4:30 and went to the fish market. It was mainly a reference day. I wanted some sushi, but seriously, it must have been about 10,000 yen. Not to mention we were trying very hard not to get ourselves killed by speeding lift carts. The professors informed us that “you will get smoked” if you get in front of them.
Anyway. There’s a lot to say, but I think I’ll leave it to “the fish was fresh.”
See for yourself.
Oh, and the next day, we found out that the fish market was scheduled to be closed to tourists because of a mishap the morning we went. We were raised into a state of panic for a bit, thinking it was our faults, but found out later some Australians apparently were obnoxious in the tuna auctions rooms. It was too formal for us, so we tried to stay as far out of those as we could, so there was some relief there.
The Asakusa Temple was lots of fun! I actually got myself to draw there without anyone yelling at me.
Got to a point where there were about ten other students sitting on the front steps, drawing the crowds in more ways than one. We may have been drawing people, but also people come to watch us. It was an interesting feeling after all this time people seemed to avoid having you know they were watching you. Some even went as far as to photograph us.
The coolest part had to be when this guy came up to the girl behind me and asked her to draw his portrait (by means of charades and Japanese that may as well have been gibberish) in his own notebook. As he was sitting still, I decided to do the same in my sketchbook. I offered my own sketch as well, but instead, after I handed him my sketchbook, he took my pencil and wrote his name in Ramanji, and handed it back. A few minutes after he left, he reappeared and had us pose for a picture with him. I manage to get a snapshot myself.
After this we drew such a crowd that a policeman shooed us off as he thought we were blocking the entrance. We were actually quite flattered, and it was time to shop anyway.
They had a lot of interesting shops and stalls. Mostly traditional stuff, and katanas were everywhere. Of course I wanted one, but alas what is a poor college student to do but to turn from school and become a wandering samurai in the 21st century?
Instead I bought ‘Taki boots’ or rather, ninja shoes. The ones with the big toe separated. They’re so amazingly comfortable.
Bought a lot of Christmas gifts which will remain confidential until they are given away. I must remember to talk about the p---r shop later, when I know the surprise won’t be spoiled. I was shopping most of the time with Mark Shultz and his wife Denise, who are so amazingly nice. I hope I didn’t drag them down. They paid for dinner! So amazing! I love them!
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