life is good, and so am i, so give me something, before i die.

first things first. the k1 competition. it was fucking crap. bob sapp won. (yawn). the other lardass was called aki bono. it really was a mockery of every good thing in this world.

i went to the bookshop the other day. the local english bookshop had a sale, and i bought 15 books for the equivalent price of 40 quid. here they are in no order or titles or authors. 3 books by paul auster, shakespeare, mrs dallaway, cervantes, a book about nanking, cider house rules by irving, wordsworth, keats, another copy of norway no mori by hariku murakami, chinese short stories, chekov, henry james and something else i cant remember.

it is frezzing here now. my flat is like a slaughter house fridge. the air con is fricking loud too. i also spent about 600 pounds on my credit card. that was fucking stupid.

i am going to guam on tuesday. its an american army base in the pacific. it has beaches and warm weather, guns and plenty of ammo. perfect. all i need are swimming shorts and a regulation issue sniper scope.

wot i learnt at skool 2day: in japan there are insects called cicadas. they live underground for 3 years, come up to breed, make a terrible racket, then die 2 weeks later.

i also felt my first earthquake. i was sitting in class when i start hearing some banging. it was as if a big fat mountain of a man started doing star jumps in the room directly above me, whilst wearing concrete wellington boots. next i was caught in a wave, my stomach and heart slowly rose and sank with the tide. i felt weightless for just a moment. then nothing.
"woah" i said.
"it's alright" said tetsua, one of my students.
everything returned to normal.

things i have read: the horla by maulpassant, confessions of a yakuza by junichi saga and city of glass by paul auster.

movies i have watched: i am sam. it's really fucking sad, man. i liked it.

part of a poem that harold bloom likes:

that is the land of lost content
i see it shining plain
the happy highways were i went
and cannot come again.

A.E.Housman.

if it's too hard, i can't understand it.