The Last Time We Do Anything

It seems like no matter how many people jump upon this bandwagon electronic journaling it will never collapse. That's quite a shame since I was kind of hoping to be the one to bring it all crashing down like a pile of old Newsweeks. Not by any means of a radically new textual voice that is to now grace your straining eyes though. In fact, I have no idea what I actually meant in the first place. The point is that this trainwreck had to start somewhere and my nature as an indecisive bipedal bucket of water is not currently in the mood to give an aerodynamic fuck about it. I'm just another stupid kid whose been given a potentially loud yet ultimately muted voice to bitch and moan and cry and laugh and sing and dance and all the other colorful things we freaks have been given the ability to do by God, Satan and Stephen Hawking.

The real truth is that I have set this thing up because in about eight days I am boarding an airplane and getting hurled to the fine country of Japan for a semester in order to further my studies of its beautiful language. I am as excited as a criminal whose eight days away from the gas chamber except that I await every noxious fume, in the form of an amazing culture, that is set to travel throughout my body. It's a dream come true for me and all my friends who are set to go on the trip as well.

I figured that I needed a way to update people on what exactly I am doing during my stay so a blog suits it pretty nicely. I can't promise that I'm going to keep this thing updated constantly but it's good to know that I'll have a way to keep track of my travels for my own sake. Who knows how long my mind is going to stay in the elephant like fortitude it currently possesses?

Things I'm also a big fan of: film theory; so I'll probably chime in about that stuff whenever I see an ad for another goddamn Hillary Duff movie or something. Also I dig good old murder simulators, or as the pussies call them Video Games. Right now I'm currently playing a splendid puzzle game for the DS (yeah I've got one, yeah I like it) called Meteos.

I feel like things have already gone to shit and the only way this blog will ever get off the ground is if it's lifted by a rusty crane or something. I've probably said about 3% of what I wanted to cover in this first post but I feel like I need to wrap this up anyway. My laptop gets hot and when it's on my lap (where you figure it's meant to be) it feels like I've pissed myself. Plus I can hear hundreds of thousands of my sperm simultaneously crying out in searing pain. I care more about those guys than this post so I'm going now. Maybe eat some ice cream.