Pre – 4

“A Swede and a Canadian go to Africa”
“That would make a nice story”

All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go. I’m standing here outside your door.

My mother was about to cry while she called me this morning. So kiss me and smile for me. Tell me that you’ll wait for me. Hold me like you’ll never let me goooo.

BECAUSE I’M LEAVING ON A JET PLANE.

The new Resident Evil 5 (or whatever number that is) was full of horrible acting, graphics, and bull crap. Made absolutely no sense in some parts.

Less than six hours before I am at the airport.

UPDATE:

I have my Ghana map and the first thing we found was the U.S. Embassy. Actually I had to look on a map online to find it because Accra is huge. Oh and I found my place of living. God save the queen because this flight is going to be hell. Sleep all night and hopefully sleep during the four hour flight to Ghana. Then sleep when I get to Henry’s house after a long discussion about life. Dude, what am I going to wear? That sounds like an odd question to ask but it’s a good question to ask.

UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE:

Triple updates do not mean anything.

Edit: wow.

Pre – Ghana 3

I really need to get some shit done right now. Pack my bags, Pack my laptop (not), Pack this and that and prepare for my adventures. Because as of tomorrow, I have two weeks left. That would be fourteen days. AND MY MOTHER JUDGES MY WORK ETHIC BECAUSE SHE DOES NOT UNDERSTAND MY WORK ETHIC. I will get shit done if I have to get the shit done. I will fucking mow down the cornfields with an branch cutter in less than a day if I have to show you my work ethic. Just save the queen if it is more than 50 5 acres. That shit cray.

Edit: What the hell was I on when I wrote this?