To make up for the brevity of yesterday's entry, I've got a good long one for today, filled with laughter, joy, and copious usage of foul language.

In short, today was a very interesting day.

As I was pondering precisely what I wanted to write on the train ride home today, I was thinking along the lines of 'most venomous entry _ever_.' And I think that I'm still going to start it off like that, because I've got a whole lot of pissed off I want to get rid of.

So- if there are small children present, have them go off and doing something innocent and joyful for the next few minutes, because you don't want them anywhere near this.

I am sick to fucking death of getting to the train station just in time to see the god famn fucking stupid train I want to catch pulling out. I swear that it’s a scene I get to watch almost twice every fucking day. No matter when I leave, always always always I still end up getting to the station just in time to see everyone else lean out the window and flip me the bird as the train is pulling away.

Okay, so I realize that there is no malevolent entity actively plotting against me, and that I've just been running afoul of probability more often than usual, but I have to get mad at something. I was practically frothing at the mouth today, and the only thing that kept my temper in check was the fact that I think that public displays of temper are pathetic and humiliating.

Today was my second chance to get to go watch Kenta's English class, and so I was in a hurry, because I had rushed through my homework, and was then hurrying home so as not to be late this time. When I started I had a comfortable safety buffer time wise, but when I went to leave JCMU -

-I noticed my bike tire was flat.

So I ran around looking for a pump, inflated the stupid bitch wheel back up, and tore off to the train station.

If I had only managed to save thirty seconds somewhere, I would've been on the train, delayed, but not hopelessly late, instead of left fuming on the platform, wanting to put my foot through a vending machine. And of course I had a better than twenty minute wait until the next one, despite the fact that they'd been running every ten minutes or so for the past hour. The only good part was that the next train was a local high speed, so I'd be getting to Yasu Eki, just at the exact time when I was supposed to be arriving at the school.

So, I get to Yasu Eki, hop on my bike and pedal for all I'm worth, and halfway fucking home when the stupid fucking seat just falls right off the damn back, and I go tumbling, nailing my thigh something awful on the seat post. I really have no idea how I kept my temper then, because I was just raging beyond words.

Despite all of that, I managed to get home only fifteen minutes after I was supposed to be at the school. So I hobbled through the door, changed into nice clean clothes and limped down the street to the school. For Kenta's class, I stood out in the hall and listened through the door.

Whew. And now that all that vile bile has been vented I'll talk about the good (or at least interesting things that happened today).

First off, I saw a mountain. Why is this noteworthy? Because it looked like it was about three miles high, and four miles up in the sky. At least, that's what I thought I saw at first. I had just gotten out of Hikon Eki, and was looking out towards Lake Biwa when I saw it. It looked like an actual mountain because the clouds didn't have any distinct form, just a dark mass that had the blurry look of distance. Then I looked closer to the ground and saw that the 'base' of the mountain was an ugly purple black bruise that spread out across the sky, and that the far side of the lake was completely obscured by rain fall.

At that point I also realized that forgetting to bring my umbrella that morning might turn out to be a very very bad thing. So I hopped onto my bike (and probably picked up whatever popped my tire) and raced for the Center, making it just as the first few drops of rain started falling overhead, and in the time it took me to walk from the side entrance to the lobby, it turned into God's own deluge. I fell good about having dodged that one so narrowly.

Later on, even though I missed Kenta's class, I still got to sit in on the sixth grade English class -

- to which only one student showed up (they must've heard that I was coming). I'm not sure how many there were supposed to be in all, but I'm pretty sure that it was more than that. So it ended up being the two teachers, myself, and one student. The teachers decided they might as well make the best use possible out of my presence and had me run him through his workbook exercises.

It was crazy wicked cool.

Although I'm not quite sure what the student got out of it. He didn't really seem so enthused to be there (which I guess is understandable, he probably wanted to be where everyone else was, and I don't think that I would have really enjoyed being the sole focus of two teachers and a foreign speaker) and because the lesson was almost completely in English I don't know how much he understood, and what he was just reading out of the book. I got the best response when after going through a short reading passage that was followed by a set of true/false questions, I rephrased the questions in Japanese, asking for a yes/no answer.

I've never liked the foreign language use only format in the classroom, although aside from this one departure I stuck to the workbook (I wasn't about to go jumping over the format in that situation), helping the student with his pronunciation (he told me his name, but mumbled so quietly that I never picked it up). Still, I really enjoyed the experience and would definitely not mind having another go at it (I think this speaks well of my future intentions). It's too bad that my time here is almost up.

Whoa, wait a second, my time here _is_ almost up. Crud, now I'm feeling bummed again.