So it has been two weeks and I can finally say I think im adjusting pretty well to live here. I have a cell phone that rocks my socks. I have a fridge full of food. I have all the essentials that I need here minus hair stuff because I cannot find something im willing to put into my hair yet. We have the school working with the apartment complex about getting Internet in the apartment. Most everything else is most excellent.

School starts Monday. Im going to find my respective club, kick boxing, on Monday as well. I am excited about getting back into the gym. For the last week I have been exercising in the morning on my own but the gym is where I belong. However, I did find out that my bed makes a most excellent bench for half dragon flys, so I sense a great return of the killer abs I once had.

Although, this summer heat makes eating not so welcome. Hopefully this is the last day of this tortuous heat. According to all my weather sources it is, so I keep my fingers crossed. I do need to revamp my poor cold weather clothes, much like all my other clothes, but the used clothing shop next to the Manhattan record shop in Shibuya [legendary] has become my favorite place for awesome, cheap fashion.

I started my second cycle of testosterone pills. I am sad to know that finding Tribulus here is going to be near impossible. People just do not exercise here. Its quite sad. I see dudes with so little muscle mass I feel embarrassed for them. I could literally throw half the dudes I see here. Skinny as a skeleton goes big here I guess, so whatever works for them. I can’t wait to get back into the awesome form I had at mid-summer. I have not really lost that much at all, but I want it all back just at 135lbs. ripped and deadly.

More after the break.

So it has been a little over a week since I first got here. I had my first club experience in Roppongi on Saturday. That was quite the little adventure. The night started out with me running into two kids from Spain lost in the massive station that is Shibuya. They herd me asking someone what the kanji is for Ebisu and I told them we can roll together. As we were sitting in Ebisu waiting for the Tokyo metro to take us to Roppongi they run into two Japanese girls who speak Spanish and hilarity ensued. It was me and the two kids speaking English to each other, those two speaking Spanish to the girls, and me and the girls speaking Japanese to each other. Weird, but it worked.

After that I met up with my crew and we made our way to a convenient store called Don Quichotte, spelled with no grace or elegance to speak of in Japanese, where you can purchase drinks mad cheap. In Japan, it’s cool to drink on the street too so we just chilled outside across from the club and pre-gamed our asses off before making our way inside.

Inside it was everything I expected. Lots of drunken guys and girls jamming around but the funny thing was that no one expected any of us white boys to speak any Japanese. I speak the least out of our group and I can still hold my own, so it was interesting seeing the reactions when we started speaking.

That kind of prejudice I expected a lot more of in Japan but so far have only found in Roppongi. Usually people express a relief on their face when they see that you can interact without using English, as most people here are really absolutely terrible.

The other day in an elevator in school I was trying to get to the 3rd floor and accidentally got in on the wrong side. When it stopped on the 5th floor there were two girls who asked me in Japanese “which floor are you going to?” I said in my polite way “I’m trying to go to the 3rd floor but it looks like I’m a little lost.” the one girl just looked at me and said in plain English, “no stop,” as if that was supposed to be some great revelation to me that she speaks English, when it was clear from the start that my Japanese is better than her English. Why she chose to say that to me after already talking in Japanese I will never be able to figure out, but so far that’s been the only time when people have gone from Japanese BACK to English. The other 99.99% of the time it’s them asking me something in English, and I reply back in Japanese, from which we talk.

Guess in my few days that I have been here I have not experienced nearly enough.

Still keeping my eyes and wallet open.

Tokyo is the city of big lights, bright screens, beautiful women and bad make-up. Honestly this place is everything I expected, and nothing I expected at the same time. It’s hard to imagine a city of 30 million when the biggest thing to compare it against is NYC, which is nothing compared to this. Its just way beyond expectations. After a few days of getting incredibly lost I think I have most of this place figured out. The rail system is confusing at first but I think I got the hang of it now.

It’s still hard to believe I am here. its impossible to express the feelings of walking down a little tiny side street by my house, in the blazing Tokyo heat, and watch an absolutely gorgeous done-up skyline R-34 with a wide body kit, deep dish rims, and loud ass exhaust (among other things) drive past. Ever since i’ve been into cars i’ve always wanted to at least see one of those beauties in real life.

I took my placement test and I think I should most likely end up right where I wanted to be. I did about as well as expected but I think my writing was a little strange. In any case I will be placed where I should be.

I’m finding my confidence. Finding my strength and learning even more about me than I ever knew. It’s been quite an amazing past few days.

I’m outa here. Next post from Japan. イッテキマス！次のポストは日本に書くんだ！

My first entry! I am almost done packing at this point. I have so much nervous energy I decided to set this blog up so I can write entries about life in Tokyo and my experiences/rants. This is different from my philosophical blog found on Xanga but I will most likely end up posting back and forth anyway.

I leave Thursday, the 13th EST with a direct flight on Japan Airlines from JFK to Narita. I am so nervous and anxious my stomach does back flips when i think about it. This is way different than any trip I have ever been on, and I have been on quite a lot. When you travel, you know that at worst you will be home and in comfort a few weeks later at most. But I am moving there. I am starting a new life in a place I have never been, in a country I have red about since I was little, and in a language I feel like I speak very little of. Quite the adventure. See you bitches in Tokyo.