Liar Liar

So here I am, writing, after just making a whatever-they-call-it on Facebook stating I wouldn't.

But then again, it's Facebook, so who gives a damn? (I don't, if you were asking).

However, to stay true to the post title (for the first time since ever), I will turn a statement from my prior post into a lie, namely the one where I promise to write about my first school day and so on. That was a lie, haha, fat chance.

Instead I will talk about random things I actually feel like writing about.

I've managed to successfully connect my (old) mobile phone into the laptop, and therefore once again gaining the ability to charge it (I haven't had access to an adapter since my roommate left my last host family). So I can listen to my wonderful library of music (according to my own singular opinion, because I am so sickeningly politically correct).

One of those songs in question happens to be a little tune called Moonsong, I've listened to it a lot during my stay here, and even coined a new catchphrase of mine: "Shut up, I'm listening to Moonsong dammit."
Of course I have never let that phrase be uttered by my own lips, but I say it in my mind whenever I deem it appropriate (the appropriate time usually ends up being while I'm listening to Moonsong, for some reason).
Talking about Moonsong, play Cave Story and get a free pass to be my third best friend (first place occupied by the coolest guy ever, dude. Second place reserved for any random Japanese person I hope to end up befriending during my stay).

And now for something entirely else.

Tuesday 08/09/2009
So right now I'm in English class, having nothing to do since the today's lesson is about learning the names of different body parts (I've known those words since... Fourth grade?), anyway the English teacher is really nice and he let me write in my diary during the lesson.

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The guy next to me just asked if I could help him (cheat) with a few words. I did (and I'll probably go to hell for it). But wouldn't it be fun if the teacher happened to read this? (he's walking around between the desks) That would be interesting.

Spoiler: He didn't.


Today I had Geography class for the first time (I barely understood a single thing) and the teacher was happy to point out that today is the ninth of the ninth o-nine, fun fact.
Thinking about it, next year just won't be the same (the tenth of the tenth year ten just doesn't work out for me). However, in two years time we'll have the eleventh of the eleventh year eleven. Awesome!

Actually, my entry written during English class was longer, but from that point on I wrote about my first day of school. And by writing that in my blog now, I would turn my statement about my prior blog post being a lie into a lie. But that would actually make sense, since this post is named "Liar Liar", implying that I'd lie twice.

But that would be too easy, Since I bet you considered the possibility "maybe he's lying about lying" when you started reading this post, didn't you?

So I'll stop writing now.

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Are they gone?

Good, that mindless drabbling ought to have scared of all the weak-minded individuals reading this.

If you hadn't thought about it enough, you wouldn't have realized that if I lied about lying, that would make the first statement a truth, effectively making the number of total lies in this post one. I needed to lie once more to increase the number to two, allowing me to do this:

Tuesday 08/09/2009
I guess this is the entry where I write about school, I've delayed it long enough already (there is an awesome word for doing so, but a certain individual connected to the blog used it recently and I don't want to seem like a copycat).

So, on the Tuesday one week ago, I went to to school in the morning. It was the first time I'd walked from the station to the school (we'd taken a taxi the day before because of the rain), so I had reason to be nervous. But anything named nervousness quickly left my heart when I noticed I could just follow the stream of students, all moving in one general direction.
After arriving at the school 40 minutes early, I ended up waiting in the cafeteria for a period of time (namely 40 minutes), but it was alright. I was quite content just watching the many different students passing by, or I could turn my head towards the window facing the courtyard, where the dancing club seemingly celebrated their post-summer reunion with a dance-off (it was rad).

Though I was slightly embarrassed when they just kept stopping and giggling every time they noticed I was watching (I ended up being sneaky by turning my head the other way, looking at the window on the opposite side of the room, where their reflection was crystal clear, a perfect target for my gaze without them noticing).

Time went on and then I eventually got to meet the other exchange students.

First off there is Truls, from Norway.
He looks like what you would think of if I told you to imagine a cool Norwegian teenager. I'm pretty sure he'll be very popular. He's a nice guy too (which just adds to the popularity, I assume), though he's a bit hard to talk to. Our conversations tend to silently die after a few minutes, but that will probably fix itself in due time.

The other exchange student is Amanda, from Germany.
Apparently she is a friend of Louise (or was it Louisa? Sorry if I remembered your name incorrectly) from my 3-week camp. Amanda is also a rather friendly person, so we get along. An interesting fact; her German school is actually the sister school of Myojo (my school) and therefore almost everything is paid for her by her school, nice.

After joining up with Truls and Amanda, we went to the staff room to introduce ourselves to the teachers (second time for me). After doing that with little to no drama (unless you count slight stuttering as drama), we continued onwards to the English department. It's kind of our base of operations here at the school. There we got to meet Ise-sensei, the teacher responsible for us (kind guy, sounds funny when he speaks English) and Anthony ( "-sensei" not necessary), the American English teacher (funny, has awesome pink pimp glasses).

Whoops. English class is over now, I'm off to the library.

And that is all for tonight (today for most of you). If you consider the fact that this was just about the first hour of the first day and it still took me 45 minutes to transcribe it from my notebook, you might be able to understand why I've procrastinated (see what I did there?) the whole "write about school"-thing for so long.

Oh, and if anyone of you is still not confused/distracted enough already, please make an attempt to analyze my text and count all the lies. You may also be amazed by my astounding use of my vocabulary in this post. I feel really proud of myself for it.

Catch you some other time, Pokémon.