I'm hungry....

That's all I can think about right now. You know how when you stay up really, really late, and you usually get a case of the munchies?

I got some mad munchies right now.

I finally finished packing around 4ish. That was mostly because I was sitting around watching TV and taking apart my camera and all that unnecessary stuff.

I think I got my bags to be at a reasonable weight, but we'll see. I need to get so food in me before I leave.

I don't know when I'll have internets, so I just wanted everybody to know one thing before I leave.

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Forget this, I'm hungry. I am convinced that Japan is entirely made up of food according to the ludicrious number of food topics whenever somebobdy talks about the country.

I. Am. Going. To. Eat. Japan.

Seriously, no lie.

So yeah, packing…

It is now 20:45 as of the time of beginning this post.

There is no suitcase in sight.

On the plus side, I do have everything that I need even though I had run to kmart and stuff at the last minute for an alarm clock and some extra stuff.

Also, my clothes have been freshly laundered and are just waiting to be sorted and folded into either my suitcase or my storage bins.

I visited Haverford for the last time in a long while today. Sooo many froshies running amok (okay, so it was more like they were sashaying amok). I had to bum off of a friend's guest swipe because I was too embarassed to ask for a free meal ticket. The cheesesteak and fries meal was sort of worth it though. I did manage to get a mango water ice that was supposed to taste like cantaloupe according to quite a few people who have told the servers exactly that afterwards.

I like cantaloupe. I sorta like mango. So I couldn't have lost with this deal.

It was mushy and weird tasting. It's sad to think that this would be the last time I'll be able to eat authentic water ice for a while.

Everything today was all about that. The last time "insert" for a while.

The last time I'll have a homecooked meal by mommy for a while.

The last time I can drive a car for a while.

The last time I will be able to call and see my friends for a while.

The last time I can use the internet as conveniently as I like for a while.

The last time I can watch Mythbusters, Family Guy, South Park, or any other American show on TV for a while.

The last time I can confidently say that I have everything on hand for a while. (people who know me know that I'm notorious for being a packrat/jewish mom who's ready to fix any situation with random stuff in my bag or on my person)

Although I was not dressed up today, today is the last time in which I have the freedom to do so. I already mentioned this in my first post, but it really is not something to be considered insignificant. I grew a lot as a person and learned so much about myself in this past year because of it with much thanks to a wonderful girlfriend and awesome circle of supportive friends.

Geez, I got nostalgic all of the sudden. I haven't gotten weepy yet, but I will say that I will miss everyone's voices faces, so for my sake, don't change them. =)

Alright, time to attempt to pack. And do my nails, and then re-attempt to pack.

Hey, at least I'm realistic about my goals. I'm not sure when my next post will be, but I'll write drafts and post them when I can.

T-minus 36 hours-ish

So I'm finally starting a blog/journal/record of my time in Japan.

I finally got around to letting my financial stuff taken care. Hopefully I won't be stranded in Japan with no money because my banks decided that taking out large numbers of cash in order to exchange into yen, renting a sim card, and buying Japanese health insurance would count as suspicious activity. XD

Hopefully...

Otherwise, I'm off on another trip tomorrow to visit the ol' 'Ford and some other people before even attempting to pack. I _think_ I got my stuff together. Or rather, how much stuff I'm going to cut from the final list because I do tend to overpack, even for short trips.

I might need my leather mini-skirt for that _one_ rare occasion in a country where I'd probably be frowned at by the older generations (possibly because I'm a tall girl showing more leg than they are tall? Seriously though, I don't know what goes through those obaasan heads).

Speaking of that. It'll be a pain not being able to dress up as often as I'd like. Meh, I guess I'll deal. I already got in trouble for an isolated incident at camp.

However, it might've been because I was wearing a low cut halter that accidentally reveals my bra with the wind...

Aaaaanyway, enough about that. I'll probably bring along some eyeliner, mascara, and nail polish to satisfy my cravings. >.> Besides, my host family probably wouldn't complain too much as long as I'm not a bad influence on their 9-yo son.

At least, I think I'll be a good influence. I've taught kids his age, and they all (mostly) turned out just fine.

I know that I'm terrible at staying on track for things. Meaning that this blog will probably be forgotten about once my initial adrenaline and excitement runs dry. I don't know what I'll be writing about, but if my own past experiences in life have been story-worthy, I'll probably get some epic happenings in Japan.

Maybe if I had a goal for if I wrote as often as I should be. Anyone have any ideas?