broken toes and laughs in cable cars

I like fucking broke my toe. I am in a lot of throbbing pain in my right foot right now.

This all started from...

This morning we had only one lecture for three hours and then lunch. Then, a big group of us went to San Fransisco because we had a free day. I'm not a picture-taking-large-group kind of person so I was turned off by the magnitude of people going. Unfortuently, I'm also the kind of person that can't be alone. I mean, I can be alone and I like it, but in a strange city...I feel like I should be exploring it with someone, and I like having someone to talk to.

So I went through most of the afternoon/early evening not enjoying what we were seeing partially because of that, partially because my back hurt, and partially because I had seen everything before. We did go through Chinatown, which I hadn't seen, but we didn't stop anywhere, and there were so many of us that we took up the whole sidewalk. I just couldn't enjoy it.

New York Chinatown is better.

But during dinner we spilt up and our 20 person group because 9. It was much more enjoyable, and I could actually open up with the people I was with and laugh hystericlly with them. Seriously. I was laughing a lot of the night tonight. We have this Romanian guy who goes to school in the UK and he is terribly funny. We talked about British accents, and homeless, and well, all kinds of crazy stuff. I have some memorable quotes too...about the difference between "ferry" and "fairy," "below me" sounding like "blow me." He's a crazy kid.

So it got better and funnier and I enjoyed myself more. I would've liked Dave to be here. I can't wait to explore cities, just the two of us.

I did ride an old cable car and see the UN building, which was pretty awesome as well.

But on the way back...we were almost to the building, seriously three blocks, and I just RAMMED by foot into an un-even sidewalk. It was funny too because Razvan (the Romanian) was talking about how the British don't say "fuck you" and I just started saying "fuck" a whole lot after I smashed my toe in. I hobbled/hopped the rest of the way back and one of the girls with us brought my some band-aids. It's still throbbing, though the pain has de-intensified.

I found my notebook. That's a plus.

Lectures start again tomorrow. Wednesday, a presentation at the end of Thursday for me, and then breakfast Friday and that's it. I'm kind of glad it's almost over and kind of not. Glad because I want to see my Dad, and I'm always nervous around everyone, and it's cold here, and that means Japan is soon. And not because I like the lectures and the people are funny, and that means Japan's soon.

Oh, well.