7 Days.

So the thing is, I leave for CHINA in seven days. And I feel a lot like that part on The Ring - which, for the record, I only watched at a birthday party in the seventh grade hoping to get some hand-holding action. (I was richly rewarded.) You will die in seven days.

Cause I mean. That's what it feels like. People are trying to schedule time with me, I'm putting my things in order, my mom keeps looking at me and randomly tearing up... And I just have to look down and make sure I'm not in an everlovin' casket or something. I know it will be an amazing adventure and I know that there are so many reasons that I need to go, there and now. Buuuuuuut. Can we all just take a minute and acknowledge the fact that I'm not just moving an hour away to college, or even out of state? I AM MOVING OUT OF THE COUNTRY. Oh, I'm sorry. What?! Who even... thought that was a good idea? Except... that it is. I have a lot of mixed feelings right now, is what I'm getting at. And we will deal with those as they come, I suppose. But for the most part, I am so looking forward to seeing what next Tuesday holds. Besides a whoooole lotta jet lag. Did you know I got jet-lag flying to NEW YORK? As in still in America? Insert picture of me in New York.... at the point in the day that I blacked out after our red-eye flight all night:

Just... just not a clue what was happening after this point. Except that Maddy had to guide me walking home because my vision was all black-spotty and a homeless man came up an inch from my face and shouted, "YOU TWO DON'T WALK TOGETHAH!!!" I think because he thought we were lesbians. Spoiler alert: We are not. But also, maybe he was just homeless in New York and had every right to shout a lot of things. Solidarity, sir. Solidarity. Anyway. I had to ask if it was real, because I was also under the impression in that state that someone had an Indiana Jones ringtone that they wouldn't ANSWER and for the LOVE, it just kept going off! Further spoiler alert: no one did. But the homeless man yelling was real.

In other news, you wouldn't know since I haven't blogged ALL summer... but listen up. Wendy's has been out of commission all summer, and I have been FEELING the loss. It was about as rough as when they went changin' the prices on me. It was a cold day in H-E-DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS when they raised the price of the JBC from 99 cents to a $1.59. I'm not made of money, but I have NEEDS! Can I get an amen? So imagine, if you will, my joy.... at this... yesterday:

Hiiiii, Maddy. Yes. That is Wendy's. I know. Like a flipping penthouse. Every inch was oozing FANCY. Seriously. I feel like if I would've used the bathrooms, I would've pooped a crystal chandelier. Incredible. 

Anyway. I like Wendy's and you, and not thinking about the fact that I leave the country in seven days. Seeeeya never.