Uh-oh, Spaghettios!

Today the full realization of what I have gotten myself into hit me like a ton of Chinese lanterns (which weighs exactly the same as a ton of bricks, as it where). This left me a bit shaken, nervous, and hyper-actively self destructive, leading me to ask me the one question I thought I knew the answer to in the first place: what have I gotten myself into? 

Uh-oh.

I scrapbooked some more to calm the feelings, which were beginning to shred my stomach lining.

 

Miraculously, all of my materials fit into the suitcases, though I am almost positive they are over the weight limit (which is much less than the ton of ill-mannered Chinese lanterns mentioned earlier). 

Uh-oh.

I recieved a package from one of my BFF4EVAHs* which could potentially save my life: A book with accompanying CD for beginners to learn Chinese. I didn't realize that I have training Monday and Tuesday (I arrive Sunday night) and then I start on Wednesday. I don't know the meaning of jet lag yet.

Uh-oh.

With this book, I will perhaps be somewhat prepared to buy food (and eat for the first time in 3 days) on Thursday.

Tomorrow, 4 a.m. I'm leaving. Maybe I should finish getting ready?

Uh-oh.

*LYLAS, IDK TTYL BUTFUL!