Man meint es passiert siemlich oft. ね。

This movie looks amusing. Title transliterates to: "Alien VS. Vanessa: Parody" from the katakana.
http://www.avvp.jp/
I think it's European.

Just got home a little while ago. 疲れたけど　楽しかった。The day was intense again; partially 'cause my new Friday school just seems to be that way - it's unbelievable: It's like all talk, all the time. Classes, kids, even teachers. And the kids are really goin' for it, and not only that, but they're funny too. They don't react in class, but I crack jokes, and afterwards, they laugh. Then the find me later and crack their own. But also partially 'cause I was up late last night; partly just a sudden bout of mania, and partly 'cause I finally got to doing something I'd been wanting to do for a while last night, and once started, got into it, finished, and just couldn't stop.

It was strange; at nearly 3am last night, I still had to remind myself that I must be tired. And then this morning - not even 4 whole hours later I groggily got up, headed out the door full steam to bike out across the city, up a mountain (and not a small one at that) and show up at Jr. High. My mood rocked; I didn't yawn once til I got home. And though, yes, the day was a bit unfiltered by my lessened inhibitions and stronger feelings (sleepiness can do that to me) it was, otherwise, great.

I think, to be able to periodically do this is probably a sign I am sleeping and exercising well; and my stress is likely little on the whole.

Anyway. The kids were awesome today. I seem to turn into such a strong, unstoppable, unquenchable extravert on Fridays; I morphed somewhat into that at my last friday school, in 牛田。But this one - wow. It's strong. I passed them up the short hill on the start of the bike home, and they kept yelling out, エリック！ {eriku!} and waving -not unusual- and then yelling comments out at me, jokes, random phrases, laced with context and meaning -very unusual. Between them and their teachers, I got these guys inspired. I don't know why it's going so much easier now than when I got here, but it is; and it's good to feel good. Today I met the 1年生。They were really amusing. There's this one gaggle of about 20 or so girls who have determined that I must know all their names. Now. I only go their once a week, and will be lucky to see their classes once a month - but, they insist. Constantly, following me, reminding me, "I am Na-chan. I am Aya. I am…" Despite my memory, I don't stand a chance. I turn it into jokes games. "You are Qoo-chan!" (I like Qoo. It's a drink. So is Na-chan, but that's not how she got her name.) Between them, the special ed kids constantly chasing me down and needing to be artfully redirected - I do it in english, much to the amusement of the other teachers, but those two boys are great. and... and, and. All that and the guy who sits next to me in the teacher room (on the rare moments I'm actually there) is one of the first young *male* teacher I've known here, and he's a lot of fun to talk to.

I don't know. どうしようか。Maybe a movie tonight? I need to clean... but I know I'm distracted. Just got a call. Thinking of Yakitori - the people more than the food, want to lose english. So much I want, but I know I won't focus, not in this state. And there was a TV show at 9 that I looked for last week and didn't find that the ３年生 keep insisting I watch.

So, yeah. Worn out, whipped, beaten, wiped, wasted, だんだんundeniably眠たくなっている〜 all the things that go into that oft used word, 疲れた {tsukareta}. I put everything into it, I know I can feel it; 'cause it feels so good. The appropriate thing to say to me is: 「疲れ様でした！」 But I just say, 「疲れた。」plop down, and leave it at that. :)