I dream of pudding in my sleep.

As I listen to a recording of Lady GaGa's recent live performace over at AOL, I've been reminded how I should probably get around to starting a travel blog of sorts for the upcoming trip to Tokyo. It's an idea that I had had in the back of my head since starting the application process itself, but Phil, a friend of mine from the Australia trip, made a fairly adamant point on my Facebook profile about how I really should get around to logging my overseas exploits. So here I am, rambling in the usual verbose style that makes my writing teacher cringe like all hell, prepared to tell you all about how Tom James is going to take Tokyo by storm and make its denizens marvel at his insanity.

Or something.

Except I'm a few months too early.

I don't actually start until July 26.

Dammit.

Well, then. Looks like I have a slight predicament on my hands. Clearly I'm not speaking nihongo in its native land yet, so I have no personal tales about getting arrested in parks yet. But I need filler of some sort of else this introductory post will be shameful to both myself and my family. I may speak some Japanese, but I don't want to prostrate myself on the ground in extreme apology until I absolutely have to. Hmm....

I suppose I can talk for a bit about the process of even getting to this point. I suppose it'll be handy for those who, like myself, will end up applying to study abroad there next year. Sure, why not?

But let's define what "this point" is really quickly for a bit of context. As of this writing, I've been accepted into a program for this summer where I'll study at the University of Sophia for a month. I take two classes, each being two hours long, for five days a week. With some luck, I'll actually be able to transfer some credits back to Boulder. Beyond that, the only things which need to be taken care of are some legal and financial matters. The government, for example, needs to not I'm not a communist defector intending to rile up the Japanese masses. Financially, it's mostly scholarship stuff at this point. And by scholarship stuff, I mean waiting very tentatively and hoping I get enough aid where I won't go broke because of this trip. That'd be dandy.

That wasn't really quick. Damn. On an unrelated note, I'm done listening to GaGa. In lieu of that, it's all about a Zetsubou-Sensei theme now. Shit's trippy, son.

So now on to the meat and bones of the blog itself. Applying to a study abroad program is an interestingly surreal process. Even if you start doing the work well ahead of the deadline, the list of things you need to get done makes it all seem like it'll never end. Really, once you start by telling your academic advisor, "Hey, I don't want to be on American soil this summer. Will that fuck with my credits somehow?" you open a Pandora's box of sorts. It's a rad Pandora's box, especially if you get in, but it's a Pandora's box nonetheless. How much so? Let's run down an abridged list of things I needed to get done before I could even be considered for admission into the program.

• Telling the study abroad office I'm interested in not being a tourist, but still want to travel.
• Telling the academic advisor the same thing.
• Returning to the study abroad office, saying how your academic advisor thinks it's an okay idea, so will they please open up the application and let me start filling stuff out thank you very much.
• Learning how you get to fill out two applications to get into one program; one to get CU's consent for going and one for consent from the actual organization running the program.
• Coming to the realization that, thankfully, those two applications are largely the same.
• Still complaining nonetheless because each application has at least twelve separate things you have to accomplish.
• Getting new passport photos for the umpteenth time at Walgreens because you didn't think all those other times you needed them taken this year that you'd ever have to use that service again.
• Realizing that you still actually have passport photo spares lying around in one of your desk drawers.
• Wondering why the hell the study abroad organization needs six separate copies of that photo while enlisting (read: forcing at gunpoint) your roommate to make copies of the photo because you're too cheap to get an actual photo printer for yourself.
• Writing various essays in which you try to prove that you aren't, in fact, a gaijin and that you won't spend all of your time at Akihabara upon arriving in Japan
• Contending with bouts of laziness thanks to filling out all sorts of other paperwork in addition to the schoolwork you already get to contend with.
• Feeling amazed at how you actually managed to turn everything on time, knowing full well that the battle is only half-over if you get accepted
• Cursing the sad irony that you didn't really know very well at all how much more paperwork you'd get to have once you got accepted
• ZETSUBOU SHITA!
  

And that's the abridged version, remember.

I'm still listening to the Zetsubou theme. It's the one with the rumba. Just got to the part in the full version where they start softly singing "la la la" again. That song's awesome. It really is.

Oh, and yeah, I know I switched from first to second tense in there. I'm not editing that at almost two in the morning. I think you can live with that.

I guess what I want you to take out of that list is that while applying to a study abroad program is a very worthwhile and recommended process, it's a very gruelling one. It's to be expected with anything involving international travel, but it's hard to fully understand how long the process is until you go through it yourself. It's a great feeling once you get that acceptance letter which enables you to happily place yourself into a debt oblivion, but in the meantime, god damn is it a pain the ass.

And I plan on applying again next year. God damn I'm a fucking masochist.

I still need a bit more filler. This isn't a forum, thankfully, so I can write as much as I want without nearly as much risk of somebody replying "LOLWALLOFTEXTIAREILLITERATES." I guess I'll go over the reasoning as to why I went for a summer program to Japan instead of a semester or year-long gig.

Sure, why not.

I'm actually going for only a month precisely because I intend to go for a year-long program. Okay, not necessarily the most easily comprehensible language. I knew that even as I was thinking about how to write it. Notice the irony in how I decided to write it that way anyway. That said, I went for a summer program because I wanted at least some first-hand acclimation with the Japanese language and culture without it being in a super strenuous setting. Sure, I still have to study while I'm overseas, but I'm also not attending classes full-time like I will the next time I go over there, so I figure I should take the chance to get to know Japan in a relatively casual setting while I still can. Culture shock is bound to happen no matter when I go, but I'd rather have it happen sooner  rather than later, simply because I'd rather not have my sanity cope with culture shock and studying obligations for the first time. This isn't a criticism of those planning to go for prolonged gigs over there; I know a lot of folks who are intending to do just that. Really, it's just that I don't want to put more stress on myself than I have to and I think having at least some familiarity with Japan after the trip will be helpful when I return in 2010.

There are a lot of other topics I could discuss, but really, at 2:07 at night, I think I don't want to be wordy for too much longer. So instead I'll ask anybody reading this just one question.

What sorts of topics would you like me to discuss between now and when I get on that plane to fly over the Pacific? It doesn't have to be exclusively about the study abroad application process itself. I think that would get boring as all hell if I actually discussed it for another entry, or at least for the entirety of another entry. Just throw whatever suggestions pop into your head at me and I'll try my damndest to spend some time writing about your whims.

After all, even if I'm the one doing the legwork, I want to make this trip a journey of sorts for everyone reading this. Obviously nothing beats actually being there, but I think there's something to be said for watching how things develop as I figure things out first hand.

After all, this is, in the end, the tale of a gaijin in Nihonland. I'd like to try and make it at least entertaining for you all.

Aaaaaand, I'm done. Still listening to the Zetsubou theme, though. I have a habit of putting songs on repeat for whatever reason. Fun trivia, that.