I didn’t even like Lost in Translation

Honestly. I hated that movie. I’ve watched it multiple times with multiple people who love it and it’s really never done anything for me.

Headed to San Francisco tomorrow for my last weekend in America. Should be a good time. My cousin lives right by Golden Gate Park so that’s exciting. Whenever Ted and I are together we eat a lot of Japanese food but now I’m going for as much white person food as possible so fancy italian it is! Mmm, San Francisco is so wonderful for the foodie in me.

Then next Tuesday I leave at 10:40 AM and fly straight to Tokyo, eleven hours in all. Then I arrive in Tokyo and someone’s going to meet me and put me on a bus to my hotel. I get to stay a night in Tokyo which is exciting, hopefully I’m not too exhausted to wander and thoroughly culture-shock myself a bit.

The next part’s scarier. My hotel is near Shinagawa train station but my bullet train in the morning leaves from Tokyo station, so I have to get myself there with all of my luggage (ugh, so much stuff! My big backpacking backpack, a rolling suitcase, a pretty big daypack that I wear on my front. The big cases weigh 50 each and then the little one is like 20.) So I’m carrying a Clea’s weight worth of stuff on top of me, while searching for nonsensical words written in a nonsensical alphabet (ok, actually I think the signs will be posted in romaji, english alphabet) and whoo! It’s all very exciting and nerve-wracking.

What’s funniest about it is just how evil Now-Clea is being to Future-Clea. Future-Clea is looking at me right now and being like, oh my god, how do i say, “where is the train?” Come the fuck on, Past-Clea, why aren’t you studying all day every day!! Meanwhile Past-Clea is doing her best at self-sabotage in the form of many study breaks and expert-level procrastination techniques.

This is why I’m never going to get ahead in life.

What’s “ahead” mean, anyway?!

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