energy problem

its official. i think i could solve the world's energy problems by using the excess oil in my face. a stress induced pimple the size of fuji has formed and it ain't pretty... no photos will follow.

A swift kick in the face

have i mentioned how my flatmate is also crazy? She's actually one of four other people I live with, but she takes the cake. On numerous occasions she comes home with strange japanese men, and of course her bedroom is right above mine, which leads to some very interesting and annoying evenings. I can't even tell you how many times she's woken me up at 4-5 in the morning banging on the front door because she's forgotten her house key, Let's call her S.
well, the best was yet to come. Friday night she came home once again at 5 in the morning, this time with her irish friend, we'll call her E, (who had been staying at our place for a month) and E's friend in tow. They rang the doorbell twice because she forgot her key... again. So who had to get up? me. i'm too nice. I open the door to "HEY, THANKS... EVEN THOUGH I'LL NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN'... eh? i was too tired. i went back to bed...

For about three minutes until the huge boom. Seriously i thought the place was coming down, but no. someone had just fallen down the stairs. The boom was soon followed by a loud yell, then a couple more yells, then some screams, and another boom.

I heard E yell something like, 'WHY DID YOU KICK MY FRIEND IN THE FACE? WHAT KIND OF A SICK PERSON KICKS SOMEONE ELSE IN THE FACE?!" ............. "YOUR FLATMATES ARE TOO NICE TO PUT UP WITH YOUR SICK A@@!" ' E, don't go! She wouldn't shut up!" said S. "THAT'S NO REASON TO KICK SOMEONE IN THE FACE! YOU JUST WANTED ME HERE SO YOU COULD SAVE MONEY, YOU'RE SICK, YOU NEED HELP!' E shouted in response to S's reasoning.

Then a suitcase fell down the stairs, crying ensued, and the door slammed. E and her friend were gone into the pre-train silence of the morning....

crunch.... crunch.... crunch....

what tha?

crunch ccrunch.... The leaves next to my first floor window screamed under the pressure of human feet, something that shouldnt have been in the two-foot space between buildings, but they were there, and I almost wet myself.

'Scot? scott?'

i'm sleeping, leave me alone.

'scott! S still has my jacket and she won't let me in!!! can I come in and get it?' whined E, the stuttered breathing making her recent crying evident.

Ugh. Fine. So in walked E, while i, in my underwear stood, staring at E committing one of the two fatal crimes in Japan, wearing her shoes in the house. ON TATAMI no less. I didn't care, I wanted her, and all the commotion out of my house as fast as posible.

Then came the kicker... "scott, can you go with me???? S kicked my friend in the face, then hit me in the face!"....

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sure. let me put on some pants.

So i walk upstairs behind E to get her jacket from S, then S asks how she got in... she sees me, and then yells at E for waking me up! hmmmm. can you say no responsibility for her own actions? fun times.

i'm going to bed. will be back soon for travel updates!