This could be my last entry

I leave for spring break in 3 hours. I may not come back. And not because I decided to just run away but because I died. My hopes for having fun on this adventure are low but my hopes for having an unbelievable story are very high. In theory, it should be fun. Sevilla, Marrakech, Sahara, Madrid. Yeah that sounds cool. Oh but wait, there's a lot of traveling to get between those places and not enough time to do it. Also language barriers. Also Morocco IS in Africa, maybe not Africa-safari-Africa, but still. Another continent. I've never been to a Muslim country before either which will be interesting but different. And I am the responsible, let's plan ahead person in the group so I am dealing with all the stress of trying to make this a reality and make it as smooth as possible. It will not be a smooth journey. My travel companions have little to no information regarding anything; they can hardly complete the single task I give them. Needless to say, I am already frustrated with them and we haven't even departed yet. I most worried about our sojourn into Morocco. I will have no language skills there (I should've learned French) and I am worried about my companions ability to be culturally aware and to keep a low profile. I have adopted a policy of looking out for myself first and foremost. If you fall behind, I will leave you behind. And I will be mean. None of this dramatic stuff, no complaining. If something goes wrong, deal with it and tell yourself it'll be a good story at least. This will not go over well. So there it is. I guess I'll bid you adieu now. I probably love you so remember that after I've disappeared. (Who's dramatic now?) And should I come back, you'll get to hear some excellent stories.