Let me tell you about my mad skillz

When it comes to sense of direction, I've got a pretty damn good one. You could put me in a maze the size of Manhattan with blindfolds on and I'd meet you at the exit half an hour later all "sup dudes, wanna snag a burg'?"


However this amazing superpower of mine (seriously, it's that good) failed me today when I went out to the camera store to buy a tripod. Instead of going with the path I knew pretty well, I decided to go a different direction so that I could take pictures of some new stuff. It seemed like a pretty good idea at first; I was just crossing a different bridge than I usually do, and going this way would just take me to my bus route which I could follow to the store. It would have stayed a good idea if I had just followed my original plan, but I decided to create my own shortcut to see if I could get there quicker. WHAT A RAD PLAN, RIGHT? Yeah it was rad. All my plans are rad. Especially Master Plans.


But unfortunately I must have run out of rad points or used up my special meter or something because after probably half an hour, I was walking down a road I was sure I had never seen, and seeing signs for Nagasaki, which is a good half-hour away by car. I knew it was stupid to think that I was in Nagasaki at the time, but I was all "oh dang oh dang what if I'm in Nagasaki. Man I ain't even got a cell to call my host fam." It was even dumber to think this seeing as signs for Nagasaki are fucking everywhere in my town; tons are near my school, and even more on my bus route.


After another hour and a half of walking over train tracks, over bridges, under bridges and through parking lots, I finally made it to my destination. And of course once I get in, the tripod I was thinking of getting wouldn't work for my camera, and I didn't want to buy any others without looking around online. So pretty much I walked around for two hours until it was too dark to take photos, didn't get anything from the store I was walking to.


I went back home the way I knew how, and it ended up taking about a half-hour or so. Pretty much I completely failed today at doing anything. While walking back, I thought "at least there ain't anybody around to chastise me for being out late on my own" (plus my school's got a rule about being out past 8; you can't be out past 8) and then a second later "Oh, hey Mr. Tysen" -Oh, hey Jeremy (checks watch). What are you doing out so late?- SWEET JUST WHAT I WANTED. Mr. Tysen is the only American at the school other than me. He's an English teacher who also acts as a translator for me at times. Perfect dude to meet out on the street!

YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS

Goatse