Japan Controls The Weather
Japan has some pretty wild weather conditions. Tsunami had entered the English language long before the big`un late last year. Actually I think Japan just creates lots of tsunamis just so that wide-eyed Westerners will use the word more often so they can try to sneak some Japanese vocab into the English language, instead of the other way around. Japanese is, I fear, slowly becoming a dialect of English, but cuter of course.
You could so get by here just by speaking English, especially for more modern words like `cd player`, `terrorism` and `bush`.
Maybe robo-lesbian Miss Fraize only told us it to scare us, but apparently in France they have these vocab-police who fine you, or strip-search you, or make you take off your veil, or something, when you use English for words that have a French equivalent, like `le walkman`, which apparently is not French. Can someone clarify this?
But anyway, and this isn`t even the point of this whole rant, Japan is very much the opposite. Since they love us civilised warmongering Westerners so much, they slip English in all over the place. Shame! I would imagine the older folk are a little bitter about this, as I would be if I was a bitter old folk.
So we got `tsunami` in return. Japan also has typhoons of course, and good old earthquakes (this month was the 10th year since the Kobe earthquake, obviously of 1995). There is also the less recognised, but equally terrifying, bizarre weather condition translated into English as BEING FUCKING COLD. There is always so much moisture in the air here too that instead of just being some pansy little chill, it digs deep into your bones and makes everyone feel like a giant popsicle, and you want to lick anyone wearing bright-coloured clothes.
Today I had to ride 30 mins to school in the snow, and managed to slip over in the middle of the highway too. The good bit was getting to school and finding out that first period had been cancelled and replaced with SNOWBALL DEATH MATCH, 30 kids vs Nick. And of course even when some cunt cracks me with a watermelon-sized brick, I gotta play the responsible adult and hit them back with gay powdery ones. Still, it was a bunch of fun. The best bit was when the kids ganged up on the deputy principal instead. He loved it.