hehe

me: "Men size suyji balyk tutyp berdim." (I caught you a delicious bass.)

Ronn: You should use the Peace Corps to try to bring back the word "pork" to indicate sexual activity.

haha

Gosh!

8:16 PM Ronn: Do you think you'll be using that line often? About the bass?

me: we'll see

:)

8:17 PM Ronn: Oh Angela. You're so hip, I'll bet you have trouble seeing over your pelvis.

Stress

Fact: Moving out of the country is stressful.

But moving out of the country after only giving yourself ONE WEEK to take care of everything is ridiculous.

In the past week, I have left my job, moved out of my apartment, bounced around from friends and family saying my good byes, was thrown an absolutely PHENOMENAL, mind-blowing surprise going-away party, hauled all my stuff to my parent's house, hauled another ton of stuff to the Goodwill, spent hours organizing things into various crevices in their garage, screamed and freaked out at my boyfriend and mother at least three separate times, ate a ton of sushi, slapped, hit and kicked my suitcases for not fitting all my stuff, and proceeded to bang my head against the wall because even at the very last minute I still wasn't ready.

But it's my own fault. Who waits till the day before they're leaving the country to cancel their cell phone? Sometimes I want to kick my own ass.

All that aside, I am now chilled out and happily taking deep, stress-free breaths of fresh air in my lovely Holiday Inn hotel room in Washington, D.C. I still have that panic feeling every now and then, but it's happening less and less because it doesn't really matter if I've forgotten something now, does it?

Monday I'll be on that plane heading over the Atlantic to my new home without my favorite sweatshirt, and without my favorite jacket...without my sleeping bag and without all the other stuff I forgot or just didn't have room for. But whatever! I'll still get there and I'll still survive just fine.

Good Advice

Sir Loins1014 (8:39:22 AM): I'm back, but I'm out of baby wipes now.
DropKck1 (8:39:46 AM): LOL
DropKck1 (8:39:52 AM): i was told to bring those along also
Sir Loins1014 (8:40:09 AM): I swear by them.
DropKck1 (8:41:02 AM): what brand?
Sir Loins1014 (8:41:12 AM): I started using them in basic (after about a 20 year hiatus) and they're great.
Sir Loins1014 (8:41:12 AM): You feel a little squishy at first, but that evaporates.
DropKck1 (8:41:42 AM): hehe
Sir Loins1014 (8:43:31 AM): I was using... wet ones I think.
Sir Loins1014 (8:43:31 AM): But anything is fine, however!
Sir Loins1014 (8:43:31 AM): Clorox disinfectant wipes come similarly packaged to Wet Ones.
Sir Loins1014 (8:43:31 AM): But they are NOT for sensitive areas.
DropKck1 (8:44:01 AM): HAHAHAHA

My Freak Out Song

I have now spent the majority of the evening staring blankly around my messy room and I realize I have not made the slightest dent in the enormous load of things I have to take care of before I leave.

This is really, really bothering me.

Why am I such a procrastinator? It's like a disease, thankfully not bad enough to get me medically disqualified from the Peace Corps, but bad enough that I will be freaking out until I am finally on that plane.

With that in mind, I think that everyone needs a freak out song. You know, the song that plays over and over inside your head whenever you're freaking out. Mine gets louder with the situation. For instance, when I'm getting a cavity filled and the dentist begins drilling...it's pretty much exploding inside my head. I guess it's my way of screaming at myself to let me know that everything is going to be okay.

I don't really know why, but for the past few years my freak out song has been "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" which leads me to wonder why, for some reason, Judy Garland in a pair of ruby red slippers in the land of Oz, is somewhat calming to me.

So then what will Turkmen music be like and will it get ridiculously stuck in my head like a bloody Wham! song?

Check this out: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QqW7Q2crk04

And if anyone asks me why the heck those men wear such big hats...well...

http://www.turkmenistaninfo.ru/?page_id=6&type=article&elem_id=page_6/magazine_33/264&lang_id=en

""A fur hat, a headwear of Turkmen men, is an embodiment of strength and courage. A hat is worn not for keeping head warm, but for the honor. A Turkmen never leaves a hat. If you have no one to speak to, talk to a hat."

Awesome. Simply awesome.

There are no coincidences...

In the words of Dumbledore:

"Let us step out and pursue that mighty temptress, adventure."

Twenty-nine days to go...