I know it's been a while since I last wrote, but for the record I tried to update my blog on Friday but the site was down for maintenance. My weekend was good. On Friday night I went out with a bunch of my friends to celebrate two of our friend's birthdays. We ate Mexican again and then went and did karaoke. It was a fun time. Then on Saturday I went and met with a Japanese high school english conversation club. One of my professors had asked me to do it, because the students wanted to talk with foreign students. I'm glad that I did it, because the kids were really cute. They were very nervous to speak English, but they had a list of questions to ask me about America, American college life, my experiences in Japan, etc. I think the funniest question that I was asked was "Do you think Japanese boys are cool"? Of course asked by one of the boys, and of course I said yes(I didn't want to turn them off, by saying no, I don't think Japanese boys are cool). I also got asked what the phrase "stay cool" meant, by a kid who had heard the phrase, but forgot. Oh and one of the boys said, "I think foreigners are really unique, how can I be unique?" I had no idea how to answer that question so I just told him to be himself. It's not that we're particularly unique anyway, we just seem unique cause we're living in Japan and we're not Japanese. But it was a fun time. Then I got home, all ready to begin studying for the Japanese test that I had on Monday and my host parents were like, "Hey, lets go out for sushi!". Don't get me wrong, I love going out for sushi, but everytime I go out with them, they get me so full of sushi and drunk on beer and sake that by the time I get home all I'm able to do is pass out. So that's exactly what I did. Then on Sunday, I met up with Maiko, a Japanese friend of mine who I hadn't seen in awhile, and her high school friend Miyuki. They wanted to come to church with me cause they had never been to a christian church in Japan. So I brought them to church, we ate lunch at church and then went to karaoke and out to dinner. On the way to karaoke, I also fell down the stairs at Shinjuku Station. It hurt like a bitch, but now I have a huge cool-looking bruise to show for it. I can't sleep on my left side anymore though, because it hurts to put weight on it. Oh well, at least I didn't break anything. After that I managed to get to karaoke in one piece and we had some fun singing. Then we went out to eat and talked a lot. Both of them are really sweet and they want to come visit me in Chicago now, which I'm really excited about. Hopefully they'll actually be able to come. So yeah, that was my weekend. Oh, and I got an A on my Japanese test despite the fact that I hardly studied. Moral of the story: alcohol+sushi+not studying=good grades. I think it's why the Japanese are so smart. Well, I should go do some homework now. But if any of you guys can think of fun things to do in Chicago, please let me know. I'll have to start planning for when my friends come.