At Home Where the Sun Rises

Have you ever wanted something so bad, you know that you live only to see the day that you'll finally have it? Have you ever wanted anything so bad, that your whole heart and soul permeates with wanting this thing, and only this thing?

Let me tell you a little something about my dreams. Sure, you know that I've always wanted to be a writer. You know that I dream of being published one day, some day. You know that I spend nights reading and writing, and that someday I'd be able to have enough courage to show you what I've written.

But there is this one dream that I've had since I've first dared to dream.

I want to go to Japan.

So bad.

Ask me why right now, I won't be able to answer. I honestly don't know why I've fallen in love with a country whose people once crossed swords (and bullets) with ours. I don't know why I want to risk going to an empire where language would probably be the least of all my worries. I honestly don't know. Maybe in a while, after I've analyzed things to death, I'd be able to dish out the reason why I want to go there. For now, I'm merely preparing myself because I know that it won't be long before I'd finally pack my bags to live there.

Holy crap, am I making any sense in here at all?

Right now, I'm procrastinating, because I should be reading stuff for a huge paper that's due next week. Old habits die hard, I guess. History once again has repeated itself (or at least, I made it repeat, because I'm still a loser when it comes to working on projects ahead without the threat of the deadline breathing down my neck).

I'll be working on the poetics of the yaoi manga and its manifestations in Youka Nitta's selected works. I don't even have a title for my paper, dammit. I wish the Good Professor would extend the deadline.

For those who don't know what yaoi means, google it up, and you'll find out what I've been obsessing over since I was... twelve. Or thirteen. Yeah, what?