..as I write this, I am spending yet another day in this café called Masa loft, it is a nice little place across the street from campus. The sort of place that has a white and black color scheme, very comfortable chairs for furniture and books shelves make the walls. It is nice, but it is becoming my home away from home. Everyday I get up around ten, and come here and do school work till about 4 four, then work, then class.
It is strange, when things become routine in a foreign country. The honeymoon period has come to an end, and although I am still frequently amazed and thrown curveballs, I can drive my scooter down the road and my jaw won’t be hanging open. What I have found though, is that combination of what has become normal is also becoming strange. For example, it is commonplace to see someone driving a scooter with a full sized husky standing on his hind-legs, but when I saw the dog jump off the scooter in the middle of the intersection this morning, and slam its face in the ground, well then I was a little shocked. What am I getting at? Well it is becoming home, but it is home where I take my shoes off to walk around. You know where you are at, but you do not know if you wore the right clothes.
Next week I join the quarter-century club, that’s right the big 25. Which I recently learned is a big deal in the U.S. because it is when your insurance rate drops. Oh the older you get the more exciting things become! Since this is not going to affect me I have to force myself to get excited about something. I have been in the middle of an argument with myself. One side telling me that I need to get my shit together and become an adult, you know, get some debt, acquire some investments, own something, put my name on a piece of property and have something to call my own. I think friends that have gone this road, and are becoming family men, and homeowners are fueling these thoughts. As well as all the business classes that I am taking, and learning about long term investments. BUT…..then I have what I like to call the Brett Piron moment, and that is where I realize that all of this is a joke, and we are here to have a good time and not give a damn. So I find myself reflecting on my 25 years, and being torn between the desire to “grow up” and the realization that I have never been that way in my whole life, and don’t know why I should even begin to think that I am going to start now. I suppose the only thing that is going to work this out is going to be time, and at 25 years old, I think that time is a resource of which I have a large supply.
Anyways, a great deal of things have happened since I last posted on this blog, and that is something that is going to change, I really want to keep this up, and I hope that everyone enjoys reading my musings. To try and sum the major points up; Me and Jackie finally moved into our own place. It is a little apartment about a five-minute bike ride from school; we have two roommates, Sabrina a great Taiwanese girl, and Chandler from Ohio. We have gone to IKEA and bought all the necessities, the place looks good, and it is really nice not resting my head next to the Russian bear every night. We made a few trips, one camping on an island off of the coast with some good friends, and a trip to Taipei with the Chinese Language Club. The camping was exceptional, think, bonfire on the beach, guitars drinking….Brett and Matt are both saying…”stupid hippie shit” but yes hippie shit..it was great. Taipei was kind of fun, but a little too much tour-groupy, as we were in a group of three tour busses, but that is kind of the Taiwanese way.
..and now I need to get back to understanding multiple regression analysis, and then analyzing the operations and market necessities of the semi-conductor industry…yeah I don’t really know either.

Reading: shit for school
Listening: A lot of Bob, and Beirut.