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I am in New York and without my L2, i.e. any proper way to entertain myself, WHICH MEANS:
MUDA POSUTO---
OMIGOD THERE'S NO IME ON THIS COMPUTER. ;;_;; *dependent*
*starts over again*
COMMENCE SPAMMING SEQUENCE.
I got up at 4 am today to get on a plane. Uh-huh. Thanks to my parents' SUPER money-saving travel plans, we took a connecting flight from La Guardia and were traveling for a total of about seven hours. Not that I'm not thankful---I intend to make our trip to New York CITY next week as much like like sitting next to the toilet and flushing 20s AS POSSIBLE, so the more money saved for that the better, but man. I'm trying to decide whether 3 hours of sleep the night before was definitely, definitely not enough, or a wonderful gift that was squeezed out of my biological rhythm with a sleeping pill. I passed out before the actual Thanksgiving dinner and ate leftovers later, mmm.
I'm taking it as a sign of my maturity/stupidity that I'm worried about all this Eating Of Food For Thanksgiving. You don't understand man, there's like four pies and a bunch of pecan rolls and 6 boxes of chocolate and the turkey and ham. It's so fucked up.
My aunt got me this amazing leather bag in LA and she says she waited two years until I was the right age to get it. Have I ever told you that I've bought five different bags in the past year? But I got this one for FREE. And it's really nice.
MUDA POSUTO---
OMIGOD THERE'S NO IME ON THIS COMPUTER. ;;_;; *dependent*
*starts over again*
COMMENCE SPAMMING SEQUENCE.
I got up at 4 am today to get on a plane. Uh-huh. Thanks to my parents' SUPER money-saving travel plans, we took a connecting flight from La Guardia and were traveling for a total of about seven hours. Not that I'm not thankful---I intend to make our trip to New York CITY next week as much like like sitting next to the toilet and flushing 20s AS POSSIBLE, so the more money saved for that the better, but man. I'm trying to decide whether 3 hours of sleep the night before was definitely, definitely not enough, or a wonderful gift that was squeezed out of my biological rhythm with a sleeping pill. I passed out before the actual Thanksgiving dinner and ate leftovers later, mmm.
I'm taking it as a sign of my maturity/stupidity that I'm worried about all this Eating Of Food For Thanksgiving. You don't understand man, there's like four pies and a bunch of pecan rolls and 6 boxes of chocolate and the turkey and ham. It's so fucked up.
My aunt got me this amazing leather bag in LA and she says she waited two years until I was the right age to get it. Have I ever told you that I've bought five different bags in the past year? But I got this one for FREE. And it's really nice.