She Got A T.V. Eye on Me, She Got A T.V. Eye

the atmosphere around here tonight is really great. everybody's working their dang hearts out getting ready for the fetival this weekend. i can see about five groups of dancers flailing around in the second floor windows as i wander around the quadrangle, (or i guess yard in a dinky little school like this'un) ten other groups crouching on the floor and meticulously carving little shapes out of cardboard with boxcutters or pasting photos together or painting something or playing some instrument or other, and in the cafeteria, they're making an ten foot tall three dimensional clown out of cardboard boxes, shredded pink plastic, sparkly shit and sheer determination. through it all i've been wandering around in my poofy hat and feeling like a lout because they're all working so frigging hard and seem to be having a pretty decent time even though they're half crazed with exhaustion, and all i do is stand there and say "derf! clown! fnur!" and snap a photo. feels like i'm kind of a guest here, more than a student. i'm fine with that, i guess, i just feel really oafish when i see the japanese students putting so much into stuff like this. feels good, though, too, to be around all that positive energy and action.