The roommate.

My roommate is Jared. Well more of a housemate actually but roommate seems more natural to say. He's one of two that I have. I suppose I might talk about the other one some other time-if I get around to it. If you're one of those people like Andrew who can't read more than three consecuetive sentences without a picture then I'll give you a 5 word synopsis. He's a really good guy. There ya go. If you want to find out more than read now.

I suppose it only seems fitting to tell you now that at this very moment, my roommate is puking in the bathroom and talking to himself. Actually that's an even more comprehensive synopsis of my roommate than the first one. He is basically completely different from me. He is American and I am Canadian. He is black and I am white. He is loud and brash, I am quiet and polite. He has no shame and I have no pride. He always has something to say and I am often quiet. He's a smoker and I am not. He is straightforward and to the point and I avoid any kind of conflict. He is practically an alcoholic and I am practically a tea-granny. He is gay and I am straight. Yes you read right. Actually, maybe you didn't so I'll repeat that just in case there's any confusion. HE is gay and I am straight. I still love the ladies although I will admit my cooking has improved wonderfully. My personal fashion style still leaves something to be desired though. So I guess he's out of the closet now. Actually he always has been, but now he's out of my closet (don't worry there's nothing else in there.)

My roommate is now lying in bed and talking to himself. That's better than when he's singing (screaming) in the shower at least. I've never met anyone before who could entertain themselves so thoroughly. My roommate is now giggling at something he said to himself. The scary thing is that he does this when he's sober as well. Now he's talking to himself in japanese. He will probably soon shout through the wall, telling me to kill him with a frying pan.

As I said before, we get on wonderfully. I probably haven't had this good of a friend since Phil and Chad and Andre in university. We're totally different but we've got a pretty good connection. The only similarity between us is that we both would rather stay at home than go out and neither of us cares what anyone thinks about that. We always have good laughs. He will sometimes use the F-word (no not that one, the OTHER one) and then he'll look at me and say 'Don't YOU say that!" and we'll both burst out laughing. And we can always laugh at the terrible pronunciations of old japanese ladies and make fun of japanese food.

The man really has no shame. Tonight he went to karaoke by himself (he loves karaoke) and got drunk. He then came home, and went over to our neighbors (foreigners too) and demanded to know why he wasn't invited to their Thanksgiving party. If he has a problem he will come straight out and say it. No beating around the bush or anything like that. If anyone asks me what he's like I usually say "typical American" but that might be an injustice to Americans-or at the very least an inaccurate statement. He is all in all a really decent guy though, despite all his flaws. He's a psychology major so he's happy to give me advice when I want it (or, as is usually the case, don't) and he's very honest which is why I had no qualms about lending him 150,000 yen (about $1500) when we moved in. He's paying it back now slowly but surely. It's hard to save much money when you're practically an alcoholic and drink every night.

And as for the gay thing, that's cool. It's usually very funny. He likes to watch Sailor Moon and often he calls himself "Mummy" (often when saying "Make Mummy a martini" or "Mommy needs a pick-me-up") I just have to watch myself because when I think something's stupid I often say "that's gay." It's just something that's ingrained into what I do. I'm careful not to do it now although sometimes it comes out. I don't think he would really mind now, but I still try to avoid doing it, you know, because I'm not brash like he is.

Anyways I'd like to say that that's a full synopsis of my roommate but that would probably be impossible because he's such a complicated character. There are so many layers. I believe he has finally passed out in his room.