豊田市 - pt II - I Told You This Shit Was Out of Synch

Oh. Hello. I remember you.

Much of what's written below I wrote the old fashioned way: pencil to paper while in the staff room of my main school. Kind of wanted to post actual and real thoughts on here so I'm gonna type it all up now and not edit any of it. Well I might edit a bit of it, it depends on how drunk I am and how shit it is, frankly. Well, we'll see. You will find an inherent lack of photos. Now I feel less like a tourist, I tend to take my camera out with me less and less. But I'll check the old memory card and see if I took anything. I may have been drunk. In my darling Mary's absence, whiskey, let's call him Mac, has taken her place. Lungs, liver, it's all good. At least the liver won't implode at any given moment. Oh dear. Let's avoid this tangent this very instant. In fact, I will exit this box and smoke before I type any more.

Mmm. I love fags. Lovely, lovely fags. I fucking miss Benson's.

Oh fuck. It turns out I wrote quite a bit. Several sides of A4. I so don't know if I can be arsed to transcribe all this shit. We'll see. Fortunately, three point five years of being conjoined to a desk at Square has given me the ability to touchtype pretty fucking schnell. Yes, that was for you, you fucking chief.

Anyway it follows:

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It has been reasonably remiss of me to neglect this for so long (Editor's note: hah). But things are very different now. Living in this box of badgers is so incomprehensibly messed up. Being alone in a strange city with no money is challenging to say the least. The way the contract has worked out is that one moved into one's box and started working at the beginning of one month, and because pay is always in arrears (Editor's note: fucking gay phrase), first pay isn't until the end of the subsequent.
Except one's been living rent-free for all that time, right ? WRONG, MOTHERFUCKER. Nope, two months rent, charges, community and tax comes out of the first paycheque. Plus there's this enforced health insurance scheme of like three hundred a month (that's quid), which I kind of think they're fucking me on. It's something I seriously need to look into. Health insurance is kind of important though. Especially to one whose lungs are wont to implode at any given moment. Particulary with the bilateral Sword of Damocles dangling so dangerously, inexorably and yet interminably (wrong word, methinks) over one's head/thoracic cavity.

Either way, it strikes me that this company is out to screw stupid foreigners over at every opportunity it can, and I may be a stupid foreigner, but... oh wait. That didn't come out quite so well.

So I should probably write stuff about things I guess (meh. I hate people, places and things). That is totally different and almost entirely unconnected to writing things about stuff. Anyway, stuff.
So not many photos of late. Days begin stupidly, ridiculously and downright cuntishly early, frankly. Often the working day ends kind of late, too. But if one is to stand any chance of rising at this fucking stupid hour of each day, one has to go to bed at the hour of some dementia-addled octagenarian Alzheimer's victim. It's probably just as well I don't have any friends or semblance of a life here in 豊田市, otherwise I might be a bit sad that that I couldn't do anything about it. Still, I (just about) have my health, so there's not too much I can (really) bitch about is there (really ?) right ?

WRONG, MOTHERFUCKER ! Bitching is fun and keeps one moderately sane by providing a sense of catharsis.

So maybe some more on the downright madness of being in this school.

So what one must remember is that when I was this age - 12/13, 13/14, 14/15, my experience of school was so fucking different, it's hard to describe. That is to say, when I actually bothered to go to that hellish cunthole full of hellish cuntish wankcunts. I guess an important difference was that from the 2nd year, I was forging my own notes to get me out of that barbaric and pointless farce of an exercise known as 'PE', and that soon escalated to not going into school at all, seeing as how they accepted those notes. Fucktards. No one would have been any the wiser or have ever found out were it not for a simple, stupid and careless spelling mistake. Didn't fucking matter a hoot though, because by the time I got busted, I gave even less of a fuck about school than I did before (Editor's note: The irony of me now being a teacher is not lost on me one little bit, cunts). Which was to say, not very fucking much at all.

I appear to have lost myself... School was for cunts. No, I remember that. Ooh. I remember now. School in this country... Alice, rabbit hole, D-lysergic...

So I guess firstly (Editor's note: Firstly ? What the fuck ?!), the thing that stands out is how controlled everything is. Teachers and students both appear to arrive at 7:00am. I say 'appear to' - the earliest I've arrived is at 7:30 and things seemed to be in full swing with the kids doing what appears to be enforced exercise in the workyard. Sorry, I meant grounds. Enforced is also perhaps the wrong word, but y'know, maybe it isn't. PE in any school is enforced exercise, but here it appears to be daily and with no hope of getting out of it.
Back home, you can simply choose to 'not go', and such an idea here seems truly absurd, with every single teacher taking part in some form of PE, either during the day, or by coaching one of the after-school clubs, which are almost exclusively sports, bar a couple (the brass band, say).

I myself have joined the Kendo club, and I really had no fucking idea it was so fucking difficult to keep your feet straight, parellel and a consistent distance apart (ooh, tautology. Deal with it, bitches).
I've started training with the first years (ichi-nensei from here)...
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OK, I tire of this now. I'm going to post this as is and finish the rest of the transcription anon. Oh yes, there is far more. This has proved to be but two sides of A4. Where does this horseshit come from..? I fail to understand. I go to chain smoke now in the spirit of a formerly fat fuck in a car park I miss almost as much as my friends themselves.

Watch this space for a continuation of this horsepiss.


Actually, I don't intend to post this in a different post. I'm just going to stick it below this crap. I don't think it's worthy of another post. I appear to have found a few photos and a bit of footage. I will upload them anon. But here we have a continuation of the above wank.


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...but I swear some clubs meet BEFORE school on some days. I've been able to hear the chanting of the Judo club with a brass band musical backing, from the, well... brass band club.
I fucking love hearing the brass band on the way in, in the morning... it's like having an overture to your very day. There was that Family Guy episode where Peter wished he had a musical backing to his life. I am in agreement that people *should* have such musical backing to life. If they don't already, that is. Some people do possess such music in their heads. Sometimes for me it's the Imperial March - wherever I go. It's not always completely inappropriate, either. One can envision and hope for the crushing and subjugation of star systems and entire galaxies, gripping them by the throat and exercising one's dire will upon them... well, ahem, that was an unusual tangent of a digression (digression of a tangent ?)

I may have already explained this (I can't face reading what I wrote before), that all of this was written during my free periods in the staff room at school, if all my lesson prep had been completed - this is all simple and oldskool pencil to paper, transcribed electrically for your delectation. Streams of consciousness are such fun though. Always have been. I miss those chemical-fuelled days of yore. The streams were truly legendary back then, though not always tangible, or even slightly rooted in reality. But reality is not your friend. It tells you lies and wants to hurt you. Makes you do things you want not to do. This is why god gave us chemistry. When you can break life down into a finite number of chemicals and chemical processes, it allows you to affect said reality in a manner of your choosing. And then there's video games, of course... Allows the more twisted of these human beans to live out their sick, sick slasher fantasies or to merely wield a fuck-off great gun and watch some easy slutwhore fawn over them with an overlarge rack and 'fuck-me-in-a-back-alley' eyes.
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I have no fucking idea what goes through my head at the best of times, let alone when in school. I would never try and analyse it. It would be at least one psychology PhD and two psychiatry post-doctoral degrees worth of analysis. And no ta.