Less than an hour.
Well, I have to be out of here in about 20 minutes to get to the airport on time. Since my flight leaves at 6:30 for Atlanta, and it is an international flight, I have to be at the airport two hours before the plane leaves. Why, I have no idea. But that is what they say.
I did have a somewhat good time at tdgvision's place. Even though most everyone there was on Ever-crack. I don't really understand that. I mean, when there is someone around that you only see for a few days a year at a time, do you play games, or do you spend time with them? I don't know. Personally, I try to spend time with said person, but that is just me. Which is why I *hug* angeleyes1983 so much. You sat there, talked with me, then we watched a movie. True, you fell asleep during it, but still, you were there. I thank you for that. Being gone has not left me with many friends. And I know that people get busy, they have other things they have to do if they want to continue eating and all that. But after that is finished, if someone is more than just a quick fuck or if you look at someone and don't just see dollar signs or if that someone is someone who has helped you in the past and you have known favorably for many years, you don't just blow them off and crack-out. But, hey, that is just me and my fucked-up (it seems) sense of loyalty to the people I consider my friends.
In other news, all my shit is packed. Enough crap to last me a year... more or less. I wan't able to take as much of some of the things I would have liked to take, but I did manage to squeeze in all the stuff I will need for the year.
Saline Solution (13 bottles)
Contact Daily Cleaner (5 bottles)
Body Wash (8 bottles)
Noxima Face Wash (6 bottles)
Now, I know this may not seem like a lot, but there are 13 bottles of saline solution. A normal box like you would see at Wal mart multiplied by 13. That is almost an entire fucking shelf of saline. And, don't forget, there is the weight limit to keep in mind. Along with all of the above I managed to get some food and things I would like to have in there too. Cooking materials and raw ingredients galore. Non-perishable only. I only hope that I don't get another re-run of what happened last time and the time before. As in, the "airport security" had to take everything out and rub it down with a large cotton swab and put said swab into a machine before moving on to the next thing. And I did make sure I didn't pack anything that could be considered a "harmful material." As last year I packed a fucking Clorox Bleach Pen and they labeled that as a "hazardous substance" as I could rub it in the pilots eyes. As in, I could get out of my seat, find a way outside of the plane, crawl down to the fucking cargo hold, pry it open, find my bag, get the Pen out, make it back inside, make it to the front of the plane from COACH, and into the cockpit and rub it in the pilots eyes while he/she sits there placidly. RRIIIIGHHTTT. Guys, trench coat and long hair aside, I am not that damn scary. I am a 6'2", 270 lb guy who is flying to Japan. JAPAN for fucks sake. There are no terrorists in Japan. They don't care about Japan. They want to kill you. True, right then, I wanted to kill you too, but that is neither here nor there. So I left the bloody bleach pen with mum. But I got three when I went to the Costco in Tokyo later in the year. Funny that.
Oh, well. I hear mum up. Guess I had better go load up the car and get ready to go. Next post will be from Tokyo. Here's hoping I manage to sleep most of that 14 hours away. Or, barring that, they at least play a good movie on the plane.
I did have a somewhat good time at tdgvision's place. Even though most everyone there was on Ever-crack. I don't really understand that. I mean, when there is someone around that you only see for a few days a year at a time, do you play games, or do you spend time with them? I don't know. Personally, I try to spend time with said person, but that is just me. Which is why I *hug* angeleyes1983 so much. You sat there, talked with me, then we watched a movie. True, you fell asleep during it, but still, you were there. I thank you for that. Being gone has not left me with many friends. And I know that people get busy, they have other things they have to do if they want to continue eating and all that. But after that is finished, if someone is more than just a quick fuck or if you look at someone and don't just see dollar signs or if that someone is someone who has helped you in the past and you have known favorably for many years, you don't just blow them off and crack-out. But, hey, that is just me and my fucked-up (it seems) sense of loyalty to the people I consider my friends.
In other news, all my shit is packed. Enough crap to last me a year... more or less. I wan't able to take as much of some of the things I would have liked to take, but I did manage to squeeze in all the stuff I will need for the year.
Saline Solution (13 bottles)
Contact Daily Cleaner (5 bottles)
Body Wash (8 bottles)
Noxima Face Wash (6 bottles)
Now, I know this may not seem like a lot, but there are 13 bottles of saline solution. A normal box like you would see at Wal mart multiplied by 13. That is almost an entire fucking shelf of saline. And, don't forget, there is the weight limit to keep in mind. Along with all of the above I managed to get some food and things I would like to have in there too. Cooking materials and raw ingredients galore. Non-perishable only. I only hope that I don't get another re-run of what happened last time and the time before. As in, the "airport security" had to take everything out and rub it down with a large cotton swab and put said swab into a machine before moving on to the next thing. And I did make sure I didn't pack anything that could be considered a "harmful material." As last year I packed a fucking Clorox Bleach Pen and they labeled that as a "hazardous substance" as I could rub it in the pilots eyes. As in, I could get out of my seat, find a way outside of the plane, crawl down to the fucking cargo hold, pry it open, find my bag, get the Pen out, make it back inside, make it to the front of the plane from COACH, and into the cockpit and rub it in the pilots eyes while he/she sits there placidly. RRIIIIGHHTTT. Guys, trench coat and long hair aside, I am not that damn scary. I am a 6'2", 270 lb guy who is flying to Japan. JAPAN for fucks sake. There are no terrorists in Japan. They don't care about Japan. They want to kill you. True, right then, I wanted to kill you too, but that is neither here nor there. So I left the bloody bleach pen with mum. But I got three when I went to the Costco in Tokyo later in the year. Funny that.
Oh, well. I hear mum up. Guess I had better go load up the car and get ready to go. Next post will be from Tokyo. Here's hoping I manage to sleep most of that 14 hours away. Or, barring that, they at least play a good movie on the plane.