I'm in Japan now.

Will write more later. :)

shahni wrote about going to this adorable tea place called Crown & Crumpet, and now I want to go too. It looks ridiculously awesome.

Figures that just as I'm leaving San Francisco I find reasons to want to stay a day or two longer, but oh wells! I'll just have to remind myself to go there when I return. Yay for tags.

Good morning!

Okay, so, it's Thursday. That means I've got less than three days before my dad gets here to haul away my furniture. Poor guy.

Things I have to do:

- breakfast
- haircut
- finish packing stuff into boxes
- go to Goodwill to (hopefully) find cheap, durable luggage
- clean bathroom
- clean kitchen
- shop for clothes/underthings
- pack for trip
- collapse in a heap Not yet...

I should have gotten the luggage when I went to watch Harry Potter. The Goodwill was right there, but I wasn't thinking. Baw. Could be worse.

I just spent about an hour up on the roof, talking on the phone with the boyfriend. Sorting things out.

It was a great view. I live within sight of the Pacific Ocean. I'm kind of sad that after living here for a year and a half, I never took it upon myself to hop on the MUNI and just go. It would have only taken about fifteen or twenty minutes. The only reason I can't do that now is because I don't have the time. I have so much to do, but I'm doing my best to just -- chill. Taking a deep breath, letting it out. Calming down.

The fog helped, I think. When I followed my street back towards the ocean, I could see it lumbering towards me like an giant, incorporeal beast. It was breathtaking. Jay doesn't seem to like the fog much when I describe it to him, but I love it, even if it does make my hair curl up after all the effort I went through to straighten it. :) I'll miss it.

So, I watched Half-Blood Prince. Overall, it wasn't bad. The pacing felt so erratic, though. Also kind of hated how much the film focused on all the dumb romance stuff, making the actual Half-Blood Prince crap take the back seat when it's, like, the fucking title of the god damn book. It just frustrated me. The dude who plays Dumbledore actually convinced me this time around, which is a shame. It took being killed off to finally reach that perfect state of Dumbledore-ness. I adored the Draco parts, and the part with Harry using the Felix Felicis was nicely done. Still, I felt like the film mostly focused on inconsequential stuff. I was left unsatisfied, but I didn't hate it, the way I don't mind getting ice cream when I want a steak.

FYI, the chick Harry hits on around the start of the movie? She was hot. Afro chick >>>> Ginny.

The world needs to slow down a little bit. Jay's been counting down the days I have left before I make my big move to Japanland (current count: six days), and as much as it thrills and excites me to know how close I am, it's also freaking me the fuck out. There's so much I need to do before then, so much I need to squeeze in. I have to pack away four years of my life. I have to make room for shopping for clothes -- I haven't had new clothes in months -- and an omiyage or two for the people I met the last time I went there. I have to clean my bedroom, my bathroom and parts of the kitchen... It's sort of a nightmare. The best part is that I've barely even started.

It's probably a bad idea for me to go watch HBP today, but you know what? Fuck that. It's going to be my last trip to the cinema before I leave, and I'm going to make the most of it. As much as I stress and bitch and moan, I always get shit like this done.

For those of you in the dark, I'm moving to Japan August 10th to live with my boyfriend and, you know, be a grown up and stuff (cue laughter) for at least a year. Not sure how well I'll document my experiences, but I've got brand new batteries for my trusty camera Batman at the very least.

And doesn't my journal look pretty? :)

"Somewhere," he told her, "somewhere else lived a boy and a girl beside the sea and as they grew older they grew more transparent. At first blue blood vessels and then bones bloomed beneath the skin but soon they could see the shapes of the world behind their bodies, the shudder of leaves like shadows in the brain, a butterfly's flutter in the mutter of the heart, beetles in the coils of the bowels. They watched wine whirl down each other's throats and the sun rise up each other's spines, stepping vertically vertebra to vertebra. Soon the only substance they obtained was when their bodies overlapped and so they clasped each other, peering for the vestiges of eyes, teeth, ears, smears against the landscape. And one day they kissed and disappeared."