Dude, I don't even know...

So I am sitting here chilling on my bed thinking about life and all that hoop-la and I realized audiences are wanting another blog from me so here goes. I should hurry up and write something before I sober up. So here's what is on my brain. First, I have less that fifteen days until I venture to the land of fish and rice. I am not going to lie. I am a tad nervous...okay more than a tad but I am not trying to be a punk about it. I bought some hot pink luggage yesterday so I will be sure to locate my shit in the airport...of course pink is the new black so if I see someone else with my same luggage I will certainly have to reach back into my days of the BKK and bust a cap in someone. What this really translates into is less than two weeks on my job which I have been at for over two years (this is a record for those of you who know my job history)and less than two weeks after I get back I start Dental School. Pardon me while my head spins off into space. It feels like there isn't enough time in the day and everyday that I get up I realize I have one day less to get my shit together. It's enough to make someone want to pick up a serious vice, i.e. crack. I am worried about money (what would we do if no one had money to worry about?) and what I am going to do about a job and such when I get back but I have been working on some stuff so that shouldn't be too bad. I am pissed at this blogspot because it likes to decide which pictures of mine it actually wants to post. I can't decide what I am going to do with my hair in Japan...like I mentioned before money is an issue. I wish I could fit all my friends in my luggage and take them with me...if all my friends were Japanese this would work...which brings me to my next concern. I am going to be fucking huge over there...not to mention nappy headed and tan. I curious as to what will be thought the first time my host families see me. I take that back. I probably don't want to know. It is supposed to be over 100 degrees when I get there, go figure. As long as I don't end up working in a field it will be all gravy.

Things I AM looking forward to ( I am serious about these):
1. Being knee-deep in a bottle of Saki when one of my kids call me and they have gotten in trouble with the Japanese government.
2. Buying the only thing that will fit me...one of those cool cone bamboo hat thingies and a kimono.
3. Sleeping on a futon who-bob in the floor.
4. Taking lots of pictures.
5. Sporting clothes that have English on them. I will be the coolest kid in school.
6. Japanese sword fighting.
7. SUSHI
8. Telling all the people in Japan that my weave is my real hair.
9. Trying out the Japanese I have been learning.
10. The flight....I am going to be drinking and hopefully passing out so when I do decide to wake up I will be in Tokyo.

I am going to be having a few parties before I depart so this ought to be outrageous. They are well deserved since I have a feeling I won't even know how to spell "fun" come this fall when I am scaping someone's teefies. On a serious note, I need a hug. Have you ever felt that way? I take that back. I don't just want a hug...I want to be held...for a long time...no words passing between...just comforting human contact with no explanation...the sad part is that I don't think I am going to get it before I leave.

boo.