The inevitable DIARY DISORDER

Hello, *the two people who might actually have stumbled on this blog looking for something else completely unrelated and have probably stopped reading by now*. It's so nice to see you again.

I have recently come down with what's typical for me as a writer, which I like to call "The Diary Disorder". Being an aspiring scientist, I looked up this fictional illness on Wikipedia and came up with this definition:

"The Diary Disorder is the common term for the Latin "diarium inordinarius", which means a disease inflicted at birth upon individuals such as JP Otaku which precludes them from keeping a journal or diary with routine entries...".

I'll tell you the reason why I'm not able to keep this darned blog satisfied for as long as I've had it. *sneer*

First of all, it's the frame of mind. I've realized when keeping a material diary, I create such a connection between myself and the "diary" being, that after a while when I begin to resent writing down my feelings, and I reassure myself by saying, "Oh, the diary already knows what happened today; I'll just skip it for now." Then, one thing leads to another, and I end up sending telekinetic messages to it. I get tired of recapturing the moments of weeks before when I had forgotten to write in my journal, and eventually, the diary ends up in a box somewhere.

Second of all, so much things have been happening that when I do forget to write in my diary, I expect myself to make a comeback a few days later with this mind-blowing post with so much rich information in it that the "diary" being would never want to put it down. Then I start contemplating the delivery of this information, down to chronology and enough segues to make the story flow easily. However, as you may have guessed, the beautifully crafted story never MAKES it to the diary, and remains swirling around in my head, which is what ZeFrank appropriately calls "brain crack". (Watch ZeFrank. Now.)

Third of all, school's started. But, that's barely an excuse, so...

For the record, a lot of things HAVE been going on recently, and I plan to recount them on this blog, and rid myself forever of this brain crack. I will be posting very soon (and with PHOTOS!) but if I do end up leaving the blog empty for weeks at a time, at least you know a little about my condition. :D

Lastly, I HAVE been following up on my Japanese, but as I've said, I will tell you about it soon! I am very excited to be able to post it all in one place, so please stay tuned!

--JP Otaku

P.S. Recently, I've been informed that the word "otaku" may not have as much of a positive meaning in Japan than it does in America. Heh... So, please, use your discretion. :)

In the absence of event...

Bonjour, dear Blogger dot com.

It has been.... how long?

Fine, thank you; and how are you?

No, seriously. How are you.

For the remainder of the summer, things have been upsettingly uneventful and drab, but school has been anything besides that. 

School! 

School is probably the best place to socialize and meet friends (Yes, that's right-- it's NOT eHarmony), but probably not the best place to learn. Wow, how has our society evolved? School is not the best place to learn anymore!

I enjoy and miss teaching myself Japanese, and now that I have FINISHED KATAKANA *all clap* and probably need more time and concentration to learn Kanji, I highly doubt that any more will be learned during the functional school year. My goal is to learn one Kanji a day, which is pretty exciting and fun. I also need to work on my speech and comprehension of grammar. My homework as of present is to listen and memorize Japanese songs. Though it may all seem fun and games, learning Japanese songs is probably the best way for a teenager to really learn and get familiarized with the sounds and manners of speech in the Japanese language while appreciating the modern music of Japanese society.

With school, curriculum is completely out of my control. You see, I believe that all school assignments are supposed to be fairly simple to a studious and knowledgeable child, but I highly doubt that any work can me custom made to conform to a child's learning speeds. IF it takes me an extra day to learn one set of Katakana, I rest myself and take that extra day. However in school, matters are as rigid as a new Nike sneaker.

For now, school is fun... at most times. But the worst part for me is coming home physically and mentally exhausted. I suppose all I can do is try to put myself in the teacher's shoes-- as I can do well, because at most points it was difficult to both learn AND teach Japanese... and I realize that they have more work than I. Not only do they have to make sure we are learning and are NOT miserable, but it is their job to do so, as well as other nooks and crannies. So I'll enjoy this time while I have it.

Yes, this is the serious side of JP Otaku.

SIDE NOTE: One thing you might not know-- (No, I hate that. you DON'T know, because I have never TOLD you.) One thing you don't know about me is that I am terribly and somewhat ridiculously afraid of insects and arachnids of any kinds (for some reason, I'm more sympathetic with rodents). This morning, in the middle or taking a shower, I saw a ladybug in the bathtub beside the drain. I got out, and looked carefully at it. I don't know, but it's something about how creepy all of their dots look from a distance, or how quickly they take flight when their outer shell splits in half and their wings emerge... I turned off the water and tried to drown it in a small amount of dishwashing soap. When it was on its back and I could see its legs struggling to put itself upright, I washed it down the drain with a bit of water. I am a horrible, horrible person.

Welcome to the Super Party!

Hello! You've reached the From NY to JP blog. By now, you've realized that this is not actually a super party... but don't run away just yet! I may have lured you in using fresh baked cookies and promised you a brand new car, but even though you won't be getting those, you just might enjoy this blog if you just stick around. 

Actually, this is kind of weird.

I've always found reasons to purchase diaries in the store, but once I got one, I realized that I don't actually WANT to write my memories down all in one place. Memories, for me, are meant to be kept in my head, and uncovered at the most delightful and unexpected times. Writing them all down seemed... odd, like it was an exercise for people who aren't able to properly express their feelings. Now, I am beginning to see that when people express their thoughts in different mediums, it helps them to not only feel open to new experiences, but it helps them share their interests with others, which is why I am here!

In later posts, I will explain my interests, and hobbies.

You can stop edging away now.

Yeah, maybe later I'll get you that car, but you'll have to stick around...