All by myself
I somehow managed to coordinate a group trip to Shibuya today with Ian, Reinier and Colin. I was glad to find out that many of the people I called were just sort of chilling like me. Good thing, because it means that I don't feel like I'm wasting so much time watching anime at home, etc. So today I learned:

-I can use my cell phone practically, efficiently and almost entirely understand it all
-I can get to Shibuya easily by myself for 150Y (it's only 3 stops from my station)
-I can go out with friends and feel 200% better
-I can actually find people by that famous dog statue where everyone meets
-I can enjoy myself even if we only look at one city block for 2 hours
-I can realize that Shibuya is supremely awesome
-I can find Mandrake, a basement-level anime/manga store, which quite possibly the most awesome thing EVER
-I can buy what looks like a Yaoi manga for 200Y
-I can find out that in fact I bought a Yaoi novel. Time to practice the kanji!
-I can easily go back to said store and buy, without hesitation or embarrassment, piles of yaoi for like practically free.
-I can point and squeal like a tourist at the weird ramen truck (do those silos actually have ramen in them??!?! or is it a billboard??)
-I can feel like a totally giddy dork for the first time since arriving here
-I can feel proud to not get lost in the sea of people that could easily sweep anyone away

Perfect. Just perfect. Seventy-two degrees and sunny. Wanting to find god, find some addiction, find some drama, find something. And with that I would like to finally say "AAAAAHAHAHA, neener neener," to all of you otaku at home because I'm HEEEERE and YOUUUU'RE NOOOOTTT. I was actually very worried by how little anime I've seen around since arriving. I guess it's not as prevalent as anticipated.

Time to go be social with the family. Am hiding the Yaoi in my desk. Will keep it in a stash there. Yaoi makes me happy in the same way furries make me happy. I love them both with all my little heart.

Is that so wrong?