The arrival pt. 1

Ok I am going to step back in time here and take you through the trip that brought me to Japan, I believe it was like a 16 hour flight total. 2 of those hours were just me flying to Chicago from Memphis. First of the flight was super early in the morning and I am not a morning person, so to make sure I made my flight I just stayed up all day on the night before my departure. I spent most of that time packing. And when I say packing, I mean unpacking. I would open a suitcase and find it is full of sand, dirt, and trash, so I would have to lug it outside and dump all of the contents in our around the trash (I didn't fell like lifting suitcases up). When it finally got to the packing portion I would throw like one shirt into a suitcase and then stand there and stare at the shirt for like 20 minutes. In the back of my mind I was imagining all of my clothes coming to life and marching into the suitcase, Fantasia style. No matter how much I stared my clothes never came to life and marched into my suitcase. So with this packing method it took me about 10+ hours to pack to regular sized suitcases.

Time rolled by and I finally finished packing like 5 minutes before I was supposed to head to the Airport. And I was tired all that standing around and looking took a toll on me. So I was a walking zombie at the airport, except I didn't hunger for brains but rather cheap waxy chocolates, so I had my fill of those oil pastel esque chocolates before I settled into my chair in the Airplane. The chair was kind of shaggy and when I leaned back I felt like I was enveloped in cream cheese and pubic hair so the flight to Chicago was quite pleasant. Now on a side note I have never been to Chicago before in my life so that was new as well. I don't think I would want to visit there though, it looks like any other American town, been there done that.

The transfer over to the Japanese Airline was a bit intimidating the closer I got to the terminal the less English instructions were coming through the PA system. For all I knew there could have been a bomb at the terminal I was headed too but I wouldn't know because Japanese voices don't seem to change too much no matter how dire the situation. Like a Japanese woman could have centipedes inside her Vagina, and her voice will sound just the same as if she was sitting down drinking tea with you.

When I arrived at the gate I realized that there were 2 flights leaving one to Japan, and one to Mexico. Wanting to blend in as much as I could I sat with my fellow Chalupa lovers. And watched as the age old battle between Mexicans and Japanese raged on. The Mexicans drew first blood hitting a Japanese kid in the face with a soccer ball. The mother of the child ran forth and said something in Japanese to the Mexicans who of course responded in Spanish. I watched as the two sides yelled at each other, in glee. It was like watching Hellen Keller yell at Proffesor Hawk over who ate the last pepperoni pizza hot pocket. Well I will end it here for now since I am standing up typing this. Yes that's right standing up I have like a 5 inch ethernet cable so it doesn't give much room for movement. Tune in tomorrow for part 2 the actual flight to Japan.