Pre-departure Orientation is tomorrow, August 3. Plane leaves land on August 4. Plane touches ground in Japan on August 5. Will be incomunicado until I have an internet connection at my apartment. E-mail forthcoming to certain people.
You are unique, witty, and even a little snobby. You're quite proud of who you are, and nothing is going to change that. You've paved your own way in life, and you've ended up where you want to be.
Underneath it all, you feel very isolated from the rest of the world. It's hard to find people to relate to you on every level. The mundane interests of your friends and family often bore or depress you.
For the most part, things are going very well for me right now. I'm a week and a half away from going to Japan, Sarah and I will soon be going on our spa vacation in Hot Springs, I've been going back to my codemonkey roots, and I've been having fun getting reacquainted with an old friend. The one thing that sucks is that I miss Alex and Kevin terribly. It's going to be weird not being with them this year....
Intentionally unexplained and out of context. Enjoy:
The myriad choices of his fate set themselves out upon a plate for him to choose.
Ideas can matter too much. Can't hear for lack of sleep.
Sunshine surrounds me, showering a perfect green.
What had he to lose? Not a ghost bloodied country all covered with sleep where the black angel did weep. Not an old city street in the east. Gone to choose.
In the shadows whispering, singing in the underground. “Love and the never men can’t hear for lack of sleep.”
I got my head, but my head is unraveling, can't keep control, can't keep track of where it's traveling. I got my heart, but my heart is no good. And it’s all I have to offer.
I come along, but I don't know where you're taking me. I shouldn't go but you're reaching back and--
Here she comes, you better watch your step. She's going to break your heart in two, it's true.
...don't forsake him, strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart.
I am all that surrounds you, the earth and the sky. Heaven isn't on my side.
There's nothing in this world I want from you, don't fool yourself, I won't cry… You're too scared to live. Too quick to die.
It’s absurd, the heaviest chain is contained in the sound of one word.
Come again, choose to go. For the loss of remains, come and start, start the game. I Choose to choose to choose to choose, choose to go.
Stop, crash, fall on a leper mass of swelling glass.
The more I give to you, the more I die. The other thing is the ability to be remembered... love anything. Love Anything.
The love of the Never man jumps through the blackest heat.
I keep feeling like two people in particular are dropping hints that I'm not interpreting correctly. The more pressing one involves that bizarre adventure in May (what was I thinking, again?); he hasn't called in several weeks. It's just as well, I suppose, since I won't even be sharing a continent with him or the other person in less than a month anyway.
Several people have heard me mumbling and threatening about this for some time now, but I've finally decided to put it in stone: I am no longer willing to date Caucasian men. I don't care how nice a white boy might be; I'm just not tapping it anymore. I'm done with that pond and moving onto others. Here's to hoping that foreign fish will bite.
So, since I officially got the letter from the Consulate.....
*drumroll*
...I will be teaching English somewhere in Nagahama, in Shiga prefecture, in the glorious nation Japan!! ^-^
For the GoogleEarth-impaired: http://www.angelfire.com/tn3/keitidid/Nagahama.jpg. The large lake is Lake Biwa. The larger body of water on the top-leftish side is the Sea of Japan, which meets with South Korea.
College is done. No more papers, exams, or anything of that sort for the foreseeable future. This pleases me. I just need to survive all the pomp and circumstance of graduation.
I sent Prof. Shade a very sappy letter telling him how much I've appreciated him over the years. The boy doesn't have internet at home, though, so I'm stuck biting my nails awaiting his potential response. I like to think my letter will make him all weepy. He always struck me as the weepy type.
I got a phone call from a certain person in a certain country in a certain ocean -- an "I'm not supposed to call you until after you get a letter from a certain embassy" type of call, if you catch my drift. I have certain information now. I've announced this verbally to some people, but will refrain from spelling it out here until I actually get a certain letter from a certain embassy. I don't want to get the certain person in trouble; he was really very nice. Nutshell: details forthcoming.
Alex and I are going to girl it up and go shopping tomorrow (technically today). This pleases me, because my parents came up here today to take home about half the stuff in my dorm room. Because of the graduation variable, my sister will have to be in the car, taking up the space my luggage normally would. I didn't want to be forced into being strapped to the roof of the station wagon, so I volunteered to part early with some of my stuff. Too bad it was all of my more entertainment-type stuff. I now have very little with which to stave off boredom. Thank goodness for YouTube. And FFnet, Mediaminer, and AFFnet....
I've developed a sort of obsession with Cho Seung-hui. I even wrote a paper on him for one of my philosophy classes; I put him in the context of Kant's discussion of personhood in Foundations. It was a good paper, I think. Even if it is sort of...early for that kind of thing. He just morbidly fascinates me -- what can I say?
And now, keeping with the theme "cold, aloof, crazed loner", I present you with Dir en Grey's "Kodou":
You tend to pursue many different activities simultaneously. When misfortune does happen, it doesn't actually dishearten you all that much. You are a thoughtful and cautious person. You like to think about your method, seeking to pursue your goal in the most effective way. You are creative, mentally active and industrious. You have a sunny, cheerful disposition.
I don't really think of myself as an inherently arrogant person. But I'll admit I have my moments. This is one of them.
I've been thinking about how close I am to finishing the college thing, and I can't help but flashback to certain people who have moaned and groaned about how much they want that same goal, yet do nothing to achieve it. (And here I'm tempted to be really arrogant and name names). One person in particular comes to mind -- a very unwelcome person to come to mind, at that -- and I can't help but have a moment where I stick out my tongue and say "SUCKER!! I'm finishing up,AND I'm getting out!!!" I'll get my piece of paper soon. And then I'll be on my way to Japan, and if things go the way I would like, then I won't ever be returning permanently to this country.
Maybe it makes me sound like a petulant five-year-old. I don't care. Let me have my moment. I'm winning this leg of the ratrace; I'm finally getting my piece of the cheese -- and it's really high quality cheese, too.
That certain person I flashback to, I can't help but pity him. I don't think he'll ever get to the cheese.
I haven't posted in a long while. Thought I'd post again.
I've been busy trying to work on my senior thesis. I am not enjoying it.
I don't have a Plan B if JET rejects me. This causes much angst.
However, last night was fun. I went out to dinner, bubble tea, and bowling with Alex, her mom, Akira (her mom's boyfriend), one of her aunts, and two of her uncles. Kevin would have come too, but he was at Midsouth Con, which is basically a huge LARP tournament. Anyway, Akira had never had bubble tea before (it's more Chinese than Japanese), and he was very entertained by the tapioca pearls at the bottom. He's fun to hang out with, and one can tell he loves Alex's mom very much. I'd pay money for that kind of love. But then it'd be bribery and not love. Drats. Though, if it's a matter of bribery versus nothing at all....
So, this past Saturday night when it was still in the teens Fahrenheit, Alex, Kevin, and I decided to go out to a Mexican restaurant because the food there is guaranteed to be the kind of warm that lingers awhile in your body. Alex and I decided that the three of us would go to El Portón, because they have a really good queso dip that is milder than other Mexican places here.
The adventure began immediately after we were seated. Alex and Kevin were on one bench of the booth, while I was on the other. The group of four guys in the booth behind Alex and Kevin were heavily inebriated Texans. Of course, it's a Mexican restuarant, so this is to be expected. They're loud and rowdy, but "no big deal", we thought. We were wrong. The drunkest of the bunch, clearly a football player judging from his build and general attitude, was seated directly behind Kevin. After emptying a basket of its tortillas, he put it on his head and would turn around and wave and make kissy-faces at me every five minutes. The basket fell off a few times, but he'd always put it back on. His attention irritated me, but I figured it was pretty harmless.
Anyway, time passed, and the three of us decided to head back to campus. However, we had to pass the table with the four drunk Texans in order to exit the restaurant. And as luck would have it, Alex and Kevin made it to the foyer/entrance area without difficulty while I got stuck behind a rather obese woman -- pressing me right up against the drunk guys' table. Basket-head and his buddy to his right immediately cat-called and whooped loudly. Uncomfortable, I ran to where Kevin and Alex were, and Kevin told me that he could see that not only had they cat-called, basket-head was reaching out with his arm with the intention of grabbing my ass. Furious now -- and knowing that Kevin loves to mess with people -- I told him to go tell basket-head that I was actually a man.
....poor Kevin nearly got beat up, and the restaurant almost called the cops to arrest the drunk guys. But I'm so ridiculously happy that I was able to screw with basket-head's pride. XD
I know that a lot of you Hammondites are fans of that poorly-drawn anime One Piece. I present to you the boyband behind the opening theme, which includes my doppelganger Tomohisa:
I have new cousins. Twins. One is Haley (not sure on the spelling). One is Grace. The former lives, the latter does not -- which was fully expected.
I feel bad for Haley/Hayley/Hailey/whatever. On top of the survivor's guilt she will develop over time, she was born on a very bad day. The 30th is not a good number for a twin. 3+0=3. If she were born yesterday, 29th, it would be okay: 2+9=11 1+1=2, with the added quirk that 29 = 2/9 = Feb 9, my birthday. The 31st would also be acceptable: 3+1=4, which is a multiple of 2, but that day has been claimed by my sister.
Poor girl. Already she's lost her glassless mirror and has lost sight of who she is.
If someone could please tell me how to get in touch with one Sarah Elizabeth Cruthirds using a method other than calling her cell phone, I'd be very grateful. The girl seems to have no-talky-itis again, and I'm overbrimmingly desperate to share some very good news with her.
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