Early Saturday morning, June 6

Today I have ventured a bit farther into japanese music, collecting a bit
more jazz (Kiyoshi Sugimoto Quintet) and punk (Mariko goto, frontwoman of
the now-disolved band midori, みどり)

for this affection for this culture, the new and exciting world, and escape
from the dull Anglo-Saxon way. . . 

日常

(Everyday)

I've also added several folders to my collection of pictures, though it may
sound plithy. Truly though I feel I should do more in these empty days
between high school and college, the break is welcomed and well-deserved. My
extracurricular sudies must not wane while I attend my college classes. A
slip in this respect may be called laziness, and is indicitive of imminent
idleness. Now I have no obligations to play music, but I wish to, as sport,
play the saxophone. Though wind spots are competitive, and string spots are
not, I still want to play the tenor and only pursue the upright bass later;
a bass is very expensive and I will not burden my parents even more.

ふわふわ

(fluffy fluffy)

I have a firm understanding of the kana I have learned and, tomorrow, will
begin the next set, when I am not as lethargic. To lead an ambitious yet
fruitless life is against my wishes; to cement this desire I will work
towards these ambitions.

日本

(Origin of the sun)