Friday 11 March 2011

The adventures of old wang ladies~

*ahem*

This post comes with a WARNING of immaturity and lots of phalicness ahead. If you decide to look, theeeen you can't complain at me for my sillyness.

SO, I am about to begin a story filled with all things stupid. I hope you are sitting comfortably.

This morning I woke up feeling pretty unwell, but eventually made it to my Japanese Culture lectures and as it turns out I missed a few interesting things while I was trying to summon the will to get out of bed.

The lecture was called Japanese Religions - so I was quite sad to miss the beggining anyway. However, I then learned that not ONLY had I missed the part where our lecturer had to explain the wonders that is "Mr Happiness"a Japanese Buddhist Monk who tries to big up the number of visitors to his shrine by performing youth culture inspired sermons. *couldn't think of a better word for it sorry* http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M8L-oRCBgV0

But I also missed the part where out lecturer had to explain the Kanamara Matsuri (penis festival) to a hall of Uni students...damn...I always miss out on the best bits somehow.

There is also a simarlar vagina festival the day before this festival, where 40 men carry a giant vagina through the streets, the women the next day will pull along a giant penis carving. They will carry them to the local shrine to promote good harvest and fertility. Then there is the chance to buy many phalic and vagina themed treats. (Yaaay!)


 This woman looks like an Asian Anne Robinson with a strap-on
on her face doesn't she? I'm sure she was the life of the 
party...




That's right ladies...stroke that giant penis...
that is just how the old men perverts like
it...



It's like Brighton, except the sticks of rock here 
could give the old ladies heart attacks...



Or maybe not...(look at that face - have you ever
seen such pure delight on an old ladies face
before?)



That's right big boy...they're looking at you!



I have never seen a maid hugging something so phalic
while pulling such a scary face...(don't ask me 
what I do at the weekends please...)



If you were having any troubles in your life you could 
borrow one of the shrines many wooden penis sculptures
to try and help you over come them. Then you would
return it for others to use.



Women will carry them for fertility and to protect themselves
from illness. I should imagine it could also work well
protecting them from attackers too...*WHACK*



She is having way to much fun pretending she has a penis...



"Hold on tight Ladies...it's going to be a BUMPY ride!"



Mochi is weird at the best of times...



Just what you always wanted - a mochi penis and vagina set!
(Don't lie, I know you do.)



Could they make that any more detailed? *shudder*

SO! What have I learnt today? Well, I have learnt that the Japanese love their genitals. That Japanese monks are the hippest kind of monks. What has this taught me about Japanese religion? F**king nothing but it makes for an excellent blog post! Right? Am I right? I feel like we have become just that little bit closer...broken down some walls and such...

No?
Oh well, in which case I should think of going to bed soon. Except...I'm kindof scared I'm gonna dream of giant wangs now...

Night! x

Saturday 5 March 2011

I haven't posted in ages again, have I? Whoops

Sorry about that, in all honesty not a lot has been going on. I've been battling with my body, trying to convince it that sleep IS a good idea. Then once it finally agrees with me, I then have to convince it that waking up feeling REFRESHED is what most people expect. Not to be too fussy or anything but I grow tired of trying to pry myself from my bed sheets when I'm feeling like I haven't slept, when I know I have.
  Mr Professor Sir Jeremy Humpledink shares
my feelings.

Also, it has gotten to that stage where work is piling up on top of me. It feels a bit like a very fat sweaty man is sitting on my conscience...you just can't forget that he's there. Ever. Even when enjoying myself I feel his damp hands molesting my joy, making it dirty and wrong.

I feel so abused...

 There I was, innocently eating out with friends, and I heard him whisper to me inside my head. "Don't forget...you have  two essays due soon...soon...soon...soon..." his last ominous word hung in my mind, echoing through the empty spaces. (There are many.) Then he stopped to ask if he could have a slice of my mates pizza...
 I feel so isolated...he has me right where he wants me. Giving him pizza just to get him to leave me alone for two seconds.

 Honestly! Why can't I have a pretty woman asking me to do my work! I would probably listen then...

"Do your work, now."

 Fffff anything you say, Drew Barrymore!
 . . .
 Okay, I've just admitted to fancying a Charlies Angel haven't I? *nervous cough* I promise that all the films I watch are not as tacky. I mean in only the past two weeks I have watched some AWSOME films, for example,


Okay so this isn't "awsome" per se,
but I mean...I-I..OKAY onto the 
next film.

Okay I know what this looks like
but I can explain!...*whimper*

YAAY! SEE! I WATCH AWSOME FILMS! How
could you not love this film, it stars Mr T!

"Oh yeah."

 Also, you've gotta love Steve the monkey and the ratbirds, right? It's a brilliant film and I fully recommend it if you are looking for a laugh. As for the other two films...well, what can I say? They are excellent films because they are terrible films. Something trashy to watch when you don't want to think about anything.

Well, with that I shall leave you,
 Ta ta!