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Geoffrey Mann

japannnnn

Yesterday, we drove east to White Beach which is more open and less populated than Ikei Beach. There was no lifeguard, no nets. Just the Pacific Ocean wide open for you to explore on your own terms. I swam in the shallow parts for a bit and realized you could only see a foot in front of you underwater. I was literally being the biggest pus ever and decided to go swim in the nearby pool. I layed there for a while, soaked up some sun, and jumped in the pool when it got too hot. The only downfall of the pool was the number of crying children, along with there mothers who could not keep them under control. I listened to Earth Wind and Fire to drown them out.
We ate lunch at Naps, all the free sweet tea you can handle! SOOO GOOD!
We decided at lunch that we should try and get out to some of the closer, small islands, either by swim or walk, depending on the tide. And so we did, collecting shells and coral along the way. We did literally walk out there the water never reached above my knees. My poor brother though, he couldn’t find his water shoes and they weren’t selling any at the shoppette. so he went without, walking on coral and volcanic rock the whole way. I felt so bad for him, although it was funny to watch him suffer a little.
The day before yesterday we went to the peace memorial of the battle of Okinawa which was the final battle of World War II. It was so serene and beautiful there. Literally everything made by the Japanese is no less than amazing. There are pictures on my facebook.

on half nelson and naked

after watching half nelson and crying 3 times i realize im most angry at dre’s mother. her intentions were great but she knew little about her daughter and couldn’t find a way to say no to working so much in order to find time for her daughter. good movie though it’s one of those situations that you feel somehow have light but in real life if they happened would never end with two people sitting on a couch knowing that simply everything would be okay. was i supposed to believe that’s what that scene meant? because what i really thought is, “oh, base heads can have friends, Frank should see this.”
i just finished the last chapter on Naked by D. Sedaris. my favorite of his books so far. if i thought i didnt have a friend in japan i know i do now. i can simply turn to one of my three favorite chapters and find the humor i so appreciate. my mom wants to read some of his work. i tell her she should knowing full well that she might just find him disgusting she does most of my jokes. or perhaps he has the words that describe so much better than i ever can.

japan is beautiful and is providing me with the time to read, write, draw, all the things i seem to find hard to fit in when experiencing life at either of my two homes. plus im getting a spectacular tan if you disregard the white, very white patches when my bathing suit lies, tan lines are sexy right?

“please turn off cell phones on the bus as they may annoy your neighbors”

after 27 hours of airport security, layovers, and flying my ankles have swollen to the size of my calves. thank goodness i have had the wonderful opportunity to experience kankels and losing full range of motion! we did finally make it to okinawa. not without technical difficulties which took three hours before our international flight totally my time on that plane to 16.5 hours. by no means am i bitter about any of this anymore. we arrived at 10 30 pm, successfully retrieved our luggage and were reunited with our family which instantly made all of the fuss worth it. ( cheese cheese cheese i know )
leaving the Naha airport to Kadena (AFB) i experienced the lights and signs of brightly lit casinos and ate McDonalds that looked much like the picture on the menu and tasted better than any fast food in the US.
i propped up my feet and started to read some of Naked but was too tired to stay awake. My brothers kitty appropriately named, big momma, somehow managed to jump up on to the bed and pawed at me until she found comfort in lying on my chest. this almost restricted my breathing but i found comfort in her weight regardless of the itchy eyes to come.

i woke up and started to look around for the first time in daylight. theres a view of the east china sea out the backside of my brothers apartment. pics will be posted on facebook soon.

Im going to drink some coffee and head to lunch.

“attention: please do no accept baggage from any stranger to be checked or carried on” & “smoking is not allowed in the terminal”

IM ON MY WAY out of the country. Destination: Okinawa Japan. The best part for me is seeing and observing a profusion of new faces and cultures. So far I observed a man who knew all the words to the horrible airport music and happily mouthed them and he was fully equipped with a Coleman cooking device. The crowd at gates 8 and 9 included 4 infants and 2 babies. The crowd favored a 3 year old who naturally caused laughter because she was sadly blessed with her fathers explosive cheeks and skinny forehead and she had the equivalent of a hacking smokers cough for a three year old.
I love going through airport security, it makes me feel like i’m much more competent than the general population who choose not to update themselves on airport safety regulations. I saw more than one person try to go though the metal detectors with their baggage and several people who are not aware of the 3 oz. liquid rule. so funny to see the security guards repeatedly explain to people what they need to do and still have these maladroit travelers fumbling with their avian bottles.

weird dream

it began with my mom owen and I going through stonybrook where they had built new bridges and paths. my mom keeping up was a problem and she began to complain which I parallel with a situation I once had bike riding with my dad. but she was just bitching the real life situation with my dad i actually felt bad i was going really fast through traffic and shit. anyway the next scene was in the house at stonybrook which had also been restored there was a small scattered band that began to play and i was on my way out because I thought it would suck. the conductor came up to me and said something along the lines of its not the size of the band its the quality of the sound. i kept walking out and they began to play, then about a hundred more people filled the room. and the sound was beautiful so i went back and sat on a counter top to listen. then a handicapped boy with one leg came up and sat next to me. his cane was like an antenna that contracted and snapped closed with a latch like ones i have seen on ann’s boxes. scene next: I was on bridge talking to ezra about my ex-step brother jamison, for some reason he had known him too. I explained to him that i had not seen jamison in a while because our parents got divorced but ezra already knew that. then he asked me about the sexual situation between us and i explained that he had hit on me a few times and told me about a sexual dream he had about me. ezra said that i brought it on myself. wow dude. next scene was on the way to a dealership because bec and i were with this rich bitch, which i think was this girl i went to high school with when we got to the dealership she was like “bec have you ever even seen a Mitsubishi max?” which i dont think exists. she began to bitch at the autobody manager because she has just bought the car and the door was already fucked up. the guy got pissed and made her leave but i stayed with her car. so then this girl who worked at the dealership was like i’ll fix it, she looked a lot like me only bigger faker boobs and she was more tan. she took the door of and put oil all over the place and started fucking some dude in the car and then i was in the perspective of the girl and i was fucking owen. we finished and i walked away and said “just needed a little bit of lube” the end.