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I've never been one of those people who deeply analized or mimicked anime speech. The perpetual fandom arguement over legitimate knowledge and proper use of the Japanese language is something I've always avoided. So, I never really took notice of the absolutly annoyingly hilarious way "manly men" and boys talk in comics and anime. All those "ze"s and "zo"s and "ore"s. I'm still a hopeless beginner even after something along the lines of 25 credits worth of Japanese language courses, but I have come far enough that I can recognise the gist of most lines spoken on children's shows. And, I just can't help but laugh when I watch Shonen things now. I know its childish of me, but I find boy talk hilarious. In songs, too, come to think of it.
It doesn't hurt that I've had this song in my head for the past three days. (Won't lie, I've also been reading a bit of fic and daydreaming of a certain someone.) If my computer wasn't broken and now on its way to America as I type I'd probably have found a way to redownload that damn song and would have had it on repeat non stop. I seriously can't stop playing it on YouTube in the background. I hope they have a summer show that tours to Aichi (like the winter one I missed did) before the end of July because this shit is just too cute. I want to go. Even if I go alone, I want to go.
That reminds me of something that's been on my mind recently... Japanese males. For serious I was not genuinly facinated with the Japanese male before I hopped the pond and settled in for a year, but now... I feel like I'm one of those crazy lecherous foreign girls I always was so confused by back in the states. I'm not talking "Japanese males" as a euphamism for Johnny's or some group of actors. I mean.... the entire Japanese male population facinates me. I find myself unable to NOT stare at schoolboys in their uniforms. The gyaru Nagoya men dazzle me. More than once since I've been here I've actually found myself FLIRTING with Japanese guys. ME! What is that? I'm not quite to the level of "perverted pile of drivel on the floor" yet... I think. But, hot damn. With all these Japanese males about and all their Japanes maleness I might just be before I go home.
Today I explained Super Tuesday to Sakie and sumerily informed her that she now, after our countless discussions, knows more about American politics than 90% of America. I love Akane but... When I asked her who she was thinking of voting for and she named someone from the Republican party and a Dem who had already dropped out I giggled a little to myself. I'm sorry Akane! I do love you! And, I mailed you a little teeny tiny worthless package today. Hope it comes soon!!
It doesn't hurt that I've had this song in my head for the past three days. (Won't lie, I've also been reading a bit of fic and daydreaming of a certain someone.) If my computer wasn't broken and now on its way to America as I type I'd probably have found a way to redownload that damn song and would have had it on repeat non stop. I seriously can't stop playing it on YouTube in the background. I hope they have a summer show that tours to Aichi (like the winter one I missed did) before the end of July because this shit is just too cute. I want to go. Even if I go alone, I want to go.
That reminds me of something that's been on my mind recently... Japanese males. For serious I was not genuinly facinated with the Japanese male before I hopped the pond and settled in for a year, but now... I feel like I'm one of those crazy lecherous foreign girls I always was so confused by back in the states. I'm not talking "Japanese males" as a euphamism for Johnny's or some group of actors. I mean.... the entire Japanese male population facinates me. I find myself unable to NOT stare at schoolboys in their uniforms. The gyaru Nagoya men dazzle me. More than once since I've been here I've actually found myself FLIRTING with Japanese guys. ME! What is that? I'm not quite to the level of "perverted pile of drivel on the floor" yet... I think. But, hot damn. With all these Japanese males about and all their Japanes maleness I might just be before I go home.
Today I explained Super Tuesday to Sakie and sumerily informed her that she now, after our countless discussions, knows more about American politics than 90% of America. I love Akane but... When I asked her who she was thinking of voting for and she named someone from the Republican party and a Dem who had already dropped out I giggled a little to myself. I'm sorry Akane! I do love you! And, I mailed you a little teeny tiny worthless package today. Hope it comes soon!!
