T Minus One

One day left and I am all ready to go. I think my bags weigh about fifteen tons each. Luckily, I have Vin Diesel biseps so it shouldn't be a problem. Ugh...I am just so tired and all I want to do is curl up in a ball, suck my thumb, and go to my happy place (where Hugh Laurie feeds me grapes). But, I think it might be best to use this to my advantage, stay awake as long as possible until I long for the 2 square feet of coach space I have awaiting me tomorrow. If I start writing about a crazy stranger I met on the plane with my same briefcase, keep me away from all potentially explosive household items. Now, I must go and stare blankly into space for a few hours. God, I am exhausted.

Why Terrorism is No Good

Due to the fact that I am a lazy college student who is completely unaware of current events unrelated to the antics of pop culture crazys (ie. Mel Gibson and Tom Cruise), I had no idea that yet another terrorist attack had been discovered (and, thank God, stifled). But really, I am starting to get a complex about these things. As if it's not bad enough that people feel the need to take their vendettas out by destroying complete strangers and this applies to more than just terrorists ::cough cough:: global politics ::cough cough:: world wars ::cough cough:: genocide ::cough cough:: Yeah, so if that's not bad enough, but some of these recent events are seeming to follow me around...in a way that makes me feel really insecure about my karmic standing. First, a month after I spent a week in New York, the two towers fell and all hell broke loose. Then, a month after I visited London the subway was blown up. And now, a month before I am flying and moving to Britain, a group of people try to blow up a Britain to US flight. I am starting to feel like my traveling is really bad for the world and I should just hide in a cave. Plus, it is somewhat disconcerting to be traveling at this time...when I am from a nation and going to a nation that are not exactly globally admired. But, I don't think hiding in the cave would really be a good solution...though if anything else happens, I better learn to love spelunking.

Brain numbness..

I just finished making all necessary reservations for the trip (or atleast I hope I have). All day yesterday I spent staring at the computer, jotting down figures, and having a general panic attack over finding the perfect places to stay. Well, I finally did it. I just hope that we don't get there and discover that the building is really a front for a brothel/coke dealer. Though, it would be a good story, we would just have to add in details about Interpol, near death escapes, and a mo ped chase.

Actually, my worst concern is just that my stuff will get stolen and I will be living abroad for nine months with only one pair of underwear...geesh. Not to mention the amount of couch time I would need if I lost my new Mac...I haven't even seen it yet and it has already established an intricate intertwining with my soul. Which reminds me, I should really give it a name. I have been thinking of what would be suitable, but nothing has struck me yet. The possibilities are: Dexter (as in Dexter's Labratory) but I would call him Dex, Brock (as in Brock Sampson...Venture Bros) but I kind of feel he is too small for that name, Amadeus because it rocks (and it means "love of God), or Edward but really Ed, BUT if it is a girl...which is yet to be decided...I have other choices: Tinker as in the Belle and a bitchin' elf character, Lara (ya know...Lady Croft...oo that could be cool too), Grace O'Mally, or Beatrice. Any suggestions?? Favorites?? Please help...my little baby is nameles. I also thought of naming it Billy Zane for obvious reasons (Zane for short), but my desktop's name is Bill. See...this is harder than it looks.

I have made my decision

Okay, so I have officially coined this blog "My Superdupper Travel Diary" and my second, "My Blog of Randomness." I have officially divided my personality...yay schizophrenia! Maybe we'll have a poll on which half is a better person. hmm...the possibilities. Well, the choice is yours. Much love, from both of me.

<-- P.S. Isn't traveling fun!