Now link free...for the time being

As I looked over the most recent of my posts I realized that I haven't actually been writing too much. Sorry about that. I have really been enjoying my little "BlogThis!" function which allows me to link to whatever internet page I have been reading. It's really pretty nifty. But I am sure that it really isn't offering too much to those of you that may actually look at my meager pink blog. Which, by the way, has recently been recieving some hate-speech based on it's color preference. Who cares what color it is? I sure don't. So let's all just deal with the pinkness of this thing and embrass it for what it is; which is of course a fairly ambiguous pile of words and thoughts. Think of it as a pink brain; it serves it's small purpose for daily functionality, but in the end I'm killing it slowly with my lack of care.
Anywho; on to the current events.
Last weekend I went to Yokohama for a rugby match. For those of you that are not up on your geography, Yokohama is a port city on the outskirts of Tokyo, or so I was told. I don't know for sure, I couldn't find it on the map.
We lost.
With that aside, it was a great Rugby Tour and we were proud to have made the journey and had as much fun as we did. It was a blast. One side note though; road-trips in Japan are really weird. Okay, so you know how when you travel in the states there are about a hundred stops for every hundred miles? Well it appears that in Japan there are only about two stops per hundred miles...or X-amount of Kilometers (whatever). Point: the rest stops, which is all that they were, reminded me of Great America. No there weren't rides (except the "stand-really-far-back-from-the-toilet-because-you-don't-want-to-wade-in-pee"...I totally rode that one; must be the fear of urnal-zilla), but there were masses like no other. So many people and buses I think that I walked onto three or four that weren't mine at the stops. Like houses in the burbs, they all look the same.
Another interesting thing: mountains. It is still strange for me to go anywhere, near my house, or far away, and still be surrounded by mountains. Well actually in the town in which I live we have the mountains to one side and the ocean to another. But still, mountains, everyday. It's definately a change from the land as flat as Lincolns stomach. He was scrawny and so is the land that i'm used to.
Well, I think that this is enough free thinking for the day. Back I go. See you all in my dreams. Take care and I promise to have much more interesting things to talk about as well as pictures...as I am going to be eating a dinner with a Sumo Stable tomorrow night. It is going to be AWESOME (p.s. sumo "Stable" means sumo team; they are divided up by different stables...wierd huh...). Talk to you all then.