Life and Other Great Ironies.

I can't believe it's been two months since I arrived in Tokyo. Time passes by so quickly here, and sometimes I have to pinch myself to make sure I'm conscious of everything that's happening.

There are days when I go on autopilot and when I finally come around, it's a week later and I'm sitting in class and I don't know any of the answers.

Part of me was hoping I'd find some answers when I got here, but so far all I'm gaining are more questions. I'm going to have two degrees in a college that is infamous for producing both greatness and financial disasters (Hello, UP Fine Arts), and a year's worth of study of a language that may or may not have any bearing in my life.

I look at myself and I realize that I don't actually /know/ anything. I've been studying so hard for so long and yet I don't think that I actually know anything about anything that really matters.

And in other news: I hate falling in love. It always comes when you least expect it, and someone always ends up getting their teeth kicked in (rhetorically speaking, anyway).