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Airport entry
Dec. 17th, 2005 07:11 amyouppi! wifi à l'aeroport! sexy sexy wifi! *bounce* sleep dep+sugar sugar=fun times. yeeeeeeeeeeeeeah. hourlong commuter flight to paris then USA wow. ..ciao à ts et ttes!
this is the continually updated airport entry. . .made it through security without unlacing of boots, holy fucking crap who knew that could happen? has it ever? this was the reason for boarding the plane to mexico in Tevas despite the three feet of snow on the ground. realize in passing that boot polish would have been brilliant. riiiight in between defrosting the fridge and my huge Magalie-induced joygasm and that damned partielle hier soir. how in the fuck do you schedule a partielle at seven p.m. in the freaking Amphi DEF builiding? why? the world is so cruel. that makes 3 trips to the fac yesterday, an hour each way. six hours wasted in transit because the freaking thing couldn't possibly be during, oh, the day? I am finally awake enough to rant properly about this. it was wicked windy last night too. . . full moon and creepy fac shadows. . .if it hadn't been for the exam it would have been fun to be out in. It actually would have been great to film. I want a camera. . .need to work on this. need to figure out if i'd have half a fucking clue what to do with a 35mm or a super8 if i even found one. the short answer is no, but i refuse the short answer. . .if i can teach myself to drum and use garageband and the coding that i used to know and still remember a few words of welsh and how to fix a sink i figure i can give it a shot.
Crazy but true: I miss Romain and Anna and Tatiana and Mariella and Helene like woah. Also miss scoping Sorror. . . .mmm Sorror, you were so very pretty. And Vincent à Café de la Mer. How can I miss a place I haven't left yet and still miss the place I'm going to? Airports make me far too introspective. . .as does watching the sunrise in airports. Again reminded of Mexique. . . take me back there any day. Who knew then that this would be now?
Carmen Sandiego theme song rocks my socks. I feel delightfully obnoxious slouching here with my laptop looking like I was at a literary soiree smoking opium all night and dressed like a bratty prepschooler. with my laptop. I entertain myself.
this is the continually updated airport entry. . .made it through security without unlacing of boots, holy fucking crap who knew that could happen? has it ever? this was the reason for boarding the plane to mexico in Tevas despite the three feet of snow on the ground. realize in passing that boot polish would have been brilliant. riiiight in between defrosting the fridge and my huge Magalie-induced joygasm and that damned partielle hier soir. how in the fuck do you schedule a partielle at seven p.m. in the freaking Amphi DEF builiding? why? the world is so cruel. that makes 3 trips to the fac yesterday, an hour each way. six hours wasted in transit because the freaking thing couldn't possibly be during, oh, the day? I am finally awake enough to rant properly about this. it was wicked windy last night too. . . full moon and creepy fac shadows. . .if it hadn't been for the exam it would have been fun to be out in. It actually would have been great to film. I want a camera. . .need to work on this. need to figure out if i'd have half a fucking clue what to do with a 35mm or a super8 if i even found one. the short answer is no, but i refuse the short answer. . .if i can teach myself to drum and use garageband and the coding that i used to know and still remember a few words of welsh and how to fix a sink i figure i can give it a shot.
Crazy but true: I miss Romain and Anna and Tatiana and Mariella and Helene like woah. Also miss scoping Sorror. . . .mmm Sorror, you were so very pretty. And Vincent à Café de la Mer. How can I miss a place I haven't left yet and still miss the place I'm going to? Airports make me far too introspective. . .as does watching the sunrise in airports. Again reminded of Mexique. . . take me back there any day. Who knew then that this would be now?
Carmen Sandiego theme song rocks my socks. I feel delightfully obnoxious slouching here with my laptop looking like I was at a literary soiree smoking opium all night and dressed like a bratty prepschooler. with my laptop. I entertain myself.
