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Hilary Sophia
08 October 2006 @ 11:54 pm
Except for the fact that I have an excessive amount of work to do, I am very happy, the happiest I've been in a while.

I met someone. He's great. We're similar but not too similar, and our common interests are non-competitive. We make each other laugh. He can't get enough of me, and I'm inspired for once to draw the male body, something I'm rarely inspired to do. He's travelled to the same places I've travelled, his parents seem similar to mine, we're both only children, and we love the outdoors. Also, he smokes, but not too much. He's my upstairs neighbor and I'm the girl next door. We share a house yet live separately -- though I haven't slept by myself in over a week.

I'm just, happy.
Hilary Sophia
26 August 2006 @ 10:18 am
I'm back in the U.S. I might have fallen in love in Kyoto, but the period of time was so short I'm in denial.

I miss Japan. I miss walking on the left and squatting to pee. I miss being a gaijin and having people stare. I miss the smells. I miss the tastes. I miss the aesthetics. I miss the well-dressed beautiful Japanese men and fashionable gorgeous women. I miss ordering in Japanese at a restaurant.

Mais c'est lui qui me manque. Je pourrais avoir l'embrassé. Comment je suis deprimé.


Mo is dead. I found out on the way back from the airport. He died on the 19th at 3:30 in the afternoon. While I'm upset my parents didn't tell me when it happened, I also appreciate their not telling me, as I never could have possibly enjoyed myself in Japan knowing my beloved cat was gone.
Current Mood: Nostalgic//triste//foreign
Hilary Sophia
12 August 2006 @ 11:30 am
I'm not ready to leave Tokyo yet. I only have a few days left here, and then it's off to Kyoto. Not that I'm not excited about Kyoto, I just haven't had enough time in Tokyo yet, especially with classes and everything.

The other people in the program I came with can't wait to get out of here. If they could go home tomorrow, they'd be happy. I think that's sad. They spent so much (of their parents') money to come here, so much time applying, and now they don't even seem to appreciate the culture for what it is. My roommate never leaves the room. She goes straight back to the hotel after class and watches Korean soaps and Chinese music videos (which apparently she does at home as well) and never goes out. She doesn't go out to eat either. To get any sort of privacy I have to barracade myself in the bathroom. I just can't help but feel it's such a shame that she's not out and doing anything. She's not the only one. Others in the program are counting down the days till they can go home. And there's two people in particular I just cannot stand, mostly because they give me dirty looks due to my being liberal..and not being able to understand me. Gaah. Makes me hate Americans, that's how bad these girls are. I've been hanging out a lot with Rebecca and/or Christina, who's from Germany, and very sweet. It just feels like high school again with these girls, but considering that they're only sophomores in college I suppose that makes sense. They haven't grown up yet, and act like immature little brats.

Wooh. Besides all that, everything is great. Except the heat. That sucks too. But besides that, I've been having a splendid time. The classes are like 1000 times easier than those at Oberlin, and I'm doing really well in both of them. There's also lots of foreign eye-candy (the men here dress so fucking well, American boys should follow their example!), and the women are drop-dead gorgeous and fashionable. I also have found out that I'm a damn good navigator, as I haven't gotten lost once the whole trip and always end up heading in the right direction. Built my confidence.

Well, today's another hot day, and I'm probably going to head over to Azabu-Juban to take photos and then to Shinjuku to get a book or two at Kinokuniya. Tomorrow's the Tokyo Museum, classes monday and tuesday, and finals the following day. Then KYOTO. Time is just flying.
Hilary Sophia
24 July 2006 @ 06:44 am
Am in Tokyo, sitting at a tiny table by the balcony in my hotel, piggybacking off of someone's wireless. So far so excellent, the second I got off the bus from the airport I recognized the smell and was filled with incredible nostalgia. I've still got the trains down.

I've been getting along incredibly well with everyone in the program, and I haven't even started classes yet. That's tomorrow. Today we check out of the hotel in Shinjuku and move into the one we'll be staying at for the rest of the program in Ikebukuro (I already figured out the train route), after a seven hour scavenger hunt all over Tokyo. Hmm. Apparently pictures have to be taken, and composition is key for the competing teams. I'm set. Plus the fact that I've been here before might help.

I've only just arrived and already I don't want to leave. I can't get enough. The sights, the smells, the food...the delicious looking Tokyo boys...I just need this stupid bloody cold I picked up camping last weekend to go AWAY. That's what I get for lounging around naked all day by the river and in the hot springs...

Well, I've got to get ready to leave: pack, steaming hot bath, and traditional Japanese breakfast. Though I'll probably end up getting pancakes just because I'm still freaked out by fish.
Hilary Sophia
25 June 2006 @ 02:41 pm
I'm stupid and irrational when it comes to getting upset. I just gave in to my emotions, their every whim, and ignored any cognitive thought.

Who cares about needing to clean up one's things and the outcome of a soccer game when people are really hurting in the world? I'm way too self-absorbed. I'm not going to even bother justifying it.
Hilary Sophia
25 June 2006 @ 02:14 pm
Stupid Portugal, not getting carded on anything, while the Dutch got carded on everything. Grrr. Seriously, Kuyt kicks the ball and the Portugese goalie gets in the way, and cries like a baby, while later a Portugese player kicks the Dutch goalie on purpose, and gets NOTHING. Not to mention the incident when a Portugese player karate kicked a Dutchman and wasn't reprimanded, while another Dutchman is just following the ball and knocks a Portugese in the cheek and he clutches his eyes in pain. Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. I bet they were ordered to play up on any little boo-boo they fucking got, no matter how small.

Anyway, I'm just in a pissy mood altogether. I've hardly had a vacation, I'm not going to have a vacation, and I'm spending the whole day cleaning and going through boxes I already packed to give away to appease my mother so that she knows I want to give everything away for certain. Gaah. And, to top it all off, it's 97 degrees outside. 97 DEGREES! That's just wrong. Oregon isn't supposed to be that hot. Thank you George W., for not caring about the environment and furthering global warming so that you and your buddies can get richer.
Current Mood: irritated
Hilary Sophia
11 June 2006 @ 10:25 pm
Just saw "An Inconenient Truth." I haven't felt this impassioned about a cause since Bush won reelection. Everyone should see it. It should be mailed to every citizen in this country, people should be rounded up and forced to watch. Especially our "president." Fuck. Stupid America, you have so much potential.
Hilary Sophia
04 June 2006 @ 12:26 pm
So I have a job, and an office, with two computers, admin privileges, and a name plaque. Yeah. I sit at a desk transcribing children's speech. Gobs of fun.

I had a migraine yesterday, so I missed my dad's colleague's wedding, but she was already married to him anyway, and it seems I just missed out on my mother attempting to set me up with various older men that work with my father. Ha.

My scars are healing and I passed my classes. I am happy. Aside from the recurring nightmares in which I either a) don't pass my classes, or b) don't finish packing in time to move out of my dorm. It's been a week. Why am I still stressed about it?
Current Mood: hungry
Hilary Sophia
10 May 2006 @ 10:27 am
I feel kind of isolated and immobile.

I probably should have gone to class this morning.

Maybe I am crazy - slightly self-obsessed, eccentric, and obssessive when I want to be. I just mistook my broad view of the world as a sign of my individuality and unique artistic sensibility. Am I wrong?

No. I can't be. I am me. I do see the world differently, and if that is interpreted as "crazy" or "nuts" then so be it. I see beauty in all that I see. I see relationships of composition and shape, color and concept, in all that I see. I get distraught by a space's lack of sense of aesthetic. I get overcome with emotion when I am in the midst of something beautiful. I get excited just be looking. I become inspired by seeing.

Except - I can't write my bloody term paper. Blah.

I need somewhere to stay for commencement.

[Fuck I miss Oregon.]