First off, I'd like to give a shout-out to my Zumbyes for doing an awesome job in Jambo this weekend. I was thinking about you fools the entire time you were performing. Sorry I couldn't be there, but I heard you tore down the house like we always do.

Secondly, I'd like to boast that the rain has just stopped here in Tokyo and it is 50 degrees outside. How does that compare to the snow and ice storm kids are getting on the east coast?

Besides that, a lot has happened since the last time I wrote. To begin with, I got into a little trouble, and now I have to write a report about what students like and dislike about Temple University Japan. I also have to come up with an earthquake evacuation plan for my dorm. This means I give the six people that live here a map that shows where we go if we have a strong earthquake. That is all. Sometimes I feel like I'd rather talk to Dean Leiber and have him yell at me! That being said, I guess I can't complain since, after all, it is punishment.

I joined a salsa club at my school. It meets twice a week, once with a formal instructor. I really want to take personal lessons, but I'm not sure if I have the funds for it. The lady didn't believe me when I told her I had never taken lessons before. She teaches group sessions at this club in Roppongi, which is not to far from my spot. I went there Friday night with a few kids from the school club. The lady and this other dude taught us some stuff, and I felt pretty good about it.

After the lesson was over, the real salsa people hopped on the dance floor and kind of made me feel ashamed of myself. I really want to learn how to do the things they do. Still, I came up with some decent moves of my own, so it was pretty fun. Oh yeah, I had these, like, 35-year-old Australian women hitting on me too. I ended the night early since my friends had to catch last train home. All in all, it was a good night.

So I went to this gay club. Pretty interesting, huh? These two girls, Beccy and Nicole, took us out there. The cool thing was a lot of other girls came through with us as well, so we had females to latch ourselves onto. It was a really long night considering that we missed the last train. We were in the spot from 11-4 in the morning. The only way to keep myself safe from getting hit on was to dance with the girls. This caused a problem because even when the girls weren't around, I'd be dancing.

That is when this one white European dude with a kangol hat, large shades, and some chains came over and grabbed my arm. I turned around, and he shot me this look. It was that "you know you want me" look, and I was more than a little freaked out. I kind of gave him the "give me a minute" finger and promptly bounced.

After the club, we went and got some food, and then walked back to the station in the pouring rain. You know what they say, "Don't knock it until you try it." Well, you can't knock me because I've tried it. It was to say at the very least an interesting experience. I think the only buff Asian dude I want making a pass at me any more is probably A-Kwan.

Next week's edition will involve a lot of me singing and eating tons of soul food for free. God, I love being a performer.

No, really, I don't swing that way,

Citrus