Farewell!
And goodnight! Tomorrow I''m off to a Communist country where I shall no doubt be thrown in front of a rickshaw by the most dreaded Beekbeast, after which my brains will be scooped up either by the aforementioned Beeks, who will stick it in an ice cream cone and eat it with rainbow sprinkles, or a poor noodle vendor who will mush it up and sell it to some unsuspecting tourist.
Or something. XDDD
I'll post when I get back, not only about China, but about the last few Ouran episodes I'll watch, as well as a few movies (Fanboys, Love Actually WTK is up with my taste in movies it's all over the map) and my commentary (fasten your seatbelts it's a comm-en-tar-y~) on Half Blood Prince, which I suspect will take me about eight or nine hours to read, leaving me with at least ten more hours for whatever just on that one flight.
I must ask, wouldn't you think a plane from Boston to California and then Hong Kong would be a good idea? Who came up with the plan to go from Boston to Newark (New Jersey) to Hong Kong? It makes no logical sense, so much so that you wouldn't need pointy ears to recognize how illogical it is. Anyway, so we leave in the morning for a 2 hour flight to NJ, there's a layover of about 4 hours (argh) and then 18 or so hours to Hong Kong. Whoo... But hey, I shouldn't be complaining. It'll be awesome, I keep telling myself, mostly to offset Mum who's like, "ASDFGHJKLKJHGFDS
DFGHHJKLKJHGJFOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGYOU'RE GOING TO DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE~"
But I'm not going to die, unless the events of the first paragraph become an unfortunate reality.