There's a good reason this blog hasn't been updated honey, you just haven't thought of it yet

SO

I fully intended to keep this thing updated but well hey you all know how it is to move to the other side of the world and find yourself a street-smart fish out of water in a world you never made, don't you?

I'll bring you all up to speed like my homie MCA did back in the day (it might not have been MCA but if I navigate away from here to look that up then I'll never finish writing this entry, and I'll wind up listening to mashups of Beastie Boys and Natsukage and drown in feels and then it'll just NEVER update again on account of I'll be DEAD)

Long brackets. ANYWAY.

Seikei has more nature than expected. In related news, wind through trees on an otherwise silent sunday confirmed for still noise of the year, all years.

Dubai is REALLY hot and somehow vaguely distressing, but that might have been the sleep madness, caffeine and general sense of OH MY DAYS BLUD WHERE IS MY PLANE WHAT IF THE LOUNGE PEOPLE FIND OUT I'M NOT REALLY A BUSINESSMAN, however this pales in comparison to the fact that emirates serves the BEST orange juice that you or I will ever drink in our lives.

Japan, or rather Kichijoji is pretty easy to live in. Not much reason to go anywhere else, after all, especially after I found a decent Indian restaurant.

Tokyo is super cool, and mountains are nice (why do they call it yamanashi when there are loads of mountains, HA HA HA) and picking grapes on a sunny day is the closest to heaven I have ever been in my life.

IN SHORT, everything went better than expected. Or, true to form, expressed in gif form:

Finlay=Thomas
The Boogeyman=Japan

So Long, And Thanks For All The Potatoes

Today I embark on the first step of my journey of a thousand miles, heading down to Dublin, where the serious travelling begins.

I'd pepper this entry with my usual antics, but today I would much rather stare out the window and chronicle the pervasive melancholy of Autumn. In place of that, here is a picture of the countryside that I am so going to miss over the next year.

I'll catch you later, Aghadowey. Don't get developed while I'm gone.

Everyone's Favourite Irishman (and mine) in : "Boy do I own a lot of t-shirts"

Abraham Lincoln once said, "If you use slavery, I will attack you with the North," and these are the principles that I will carry with me in my exchange.

So, visa in hand, rounding out the trifecta of awful pictures along with the CoE and passport (the freebird rule applies, any combination of two are an unstoppable tag team of unflattering lighting and exposure issues that will knock out any possibility that you might ever find me attractive down for the ten count) I am now ready to trip over that penultimate hurdle of PACKING

CLOTHES EVERYWHERE

Easier than I thought to pick a load of clothes (lol I'm such a girl~~~ lmao rofl xd) , I should probably just toss the rest in the garbage but eh whatever somebody else'll do it maybe I guess. After further deliberation I just don't really care that much.

Just have to put a load of stuff for my Carry-on Up The Arakawa adventure into like a backpack or whatever and then what else do I have to do? I think that's pretty much it. Am I forgetting something?

Oh no wait hang on I remember I HAVE TO GO TO JAPAN

Sure can't wait to spend an entire day travelling and get jetlagged 'n shit

HOWDY GOZAIMASU Y'ALL-TACHI

My secretary tells me that having blogs is the in-thing. I never could pass up a good fad, so here we are, creating a space to tell everyone about how much I loathe LOVE my time in Japan as and when it happens. How exciting!

Well so far I have of course not GONE, so experiences are a little on the slim side. The horror at the picture on my certificate of eligibility is the standout so far, though sheer unbridled terror at attempting to read correspondence in Japanese is a close second. Finishing a joint third is filling out travel insurance and visa applications (I have no business looking at any of those, those are for grown-ups surely)

I don't have much else to say on the matter right now so until next time, here's a picture of former professional wrestler Kevin Nash circa 1998

#ThugLife