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Not a lot to report today. After eating a breakfast of cold eggs smothered in ketchup, potato salad and lettuce we headed to class.  Class was interesting as most of us were either still drunk or hungover from the night before.    I brought further shame to my family when I was caught not paying attention (I was actually blogging at the time).  The rest of class was spent shouting Jay-Z’s trademark “HOV!” at inappropriate times, laughing at inappropriate times and napping in the hallways.  After class we headed to lunch, I won’t bore you with the details.  After lunch we met up with the group and went to Harajuku.  Harajuku is a wondrous place, filled with bright clothes, extreme hairstyles, a million heads of black hair and countless places to buy aforementioned flamboyant clothes.  Admittedly most of the clothes were very cool, if not American influenced.  A particular store had a porcelain tea pot in the design of Hitler’s head.   Not your mother’s fine China.  

After shopping for a while and getting separated from the group we headed back to our dorms through Yoyogi park, which is enormous and filled with crows.  Even the crows have Japanese accents that can only be described as a horrible mixture of a cat’s meow and a poor impression of me impersonating a crow’s call.  This served as the inspiration for Scrilla and Weidner’s freestyle “The Crow Bounce” featuring lines such as “look up in the sky, crow got your eye” and “what you say? I don’t know I don’t know/what you say/CAW CAW crow.” 

Dinner was at the cafeteria where I was served chicken that can best be described as spongy or bouncy and pizza with mushrooms and other unidentifiable toppings that tasted nothing like what you would imagine.  After dinner we headed back to the dorms and watched a Japanese game show that’s premise seemed to be how obnoxious and retarded white people are.  One segment featured a man dressed in a blue lycra suit who would pour powder onto his butt then fart, spraying the powder.  HE would then look at the camera and say “Fantastic!” Pure gold.  The next featured a mulleted and mustached American who apparently had gained fame from running his car into things, usually other cars which sometimes were on fire or falling in his car from a crane onto other cars.  He then horribly attemped to jump the Tijuana River and failed miserably.  We went to “nap” after that, and never got up until breakfast the next day.  

I adopted a new favorite hobby in Japan as well.  It is custom for people of service to bow lower than the person they are serving.  Knowing that, I have made it a point to bow as low as possible to every person who serves me, just to watch them bow lower.  On an unintentional comedy scale, this rates a 10, believe me.  

My apologies for a very uninteresting entry, but the day was fairly uninteresting and I am tired.