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| hey guys,
this is probably going to be my last entry here. i've been using a live journal which is slightly less public. if u want the link, just ask me and i'll give it to u 
adios. | | |
| stupidest day everrrr....
i hate airports, with a passion. everyone is annoyed because come on, who likes lines? most people are late, kids are crying, and some people are humiliated. some people like ME. you know how they wipe your suitcase to make sure you're not packing explosives? well, i have one of those hard suitcase so they can't just wipe it. oh no no my friend, they have to OPEN it. and seeing as i had to sit on it just to close it, as soon as the man checking out my bag started heading for the latch, i knew this wasn't going to be pretty. and i was right. he clicks the latch, and the suitcase takes on a life of it's own. it SPRINGS open, sending my belongings flying. a shampoo bottle breaks, and my bras and underwear (which were on top) are all over the floor.
people are staring.
my mother is laughing.
i am dying.
the man, an african american male on the "super-size-it" end of the scale, giggles. i don't know if i've ever seen a fat man giggle before. he picks up my things slowly (ever-so-painfully slowly), and slllloooowwwwlllly places them back in my suitcase. did i mention i turn pink-ish when i get embarassed? i am fire-engine red by now. but because this man is not an expert packer like myself, probably because he is still giggling, the suitcase won't close. so he gets up onto the stainless steel "sterile" table (this extremely tall, massive black man, standing on a table, catches EVERYONE'S attention). half the airport watches him sit on my suitcase to squash everything down. eventually, it all fits, but everyone is a little worse for the wear. my suitcase has a dent from where the man sat and i am horrendously embarassed. my mother, however, is still laughing. thanks, mom.
the flight to st. louis goes well, and we arrive 5 minutes early. we find our connecting gate, and we board the plane. just as we get out on the runway, a storm picks up. just a few drops at first, but then it turns into the full-out, everything-but-the-kitchen-sink kind of storm, with hail and thunder and lightning and the whole deal. the captain comes over the loudspeaker "uhh folks... it looks like we'll be waiting here for a little bit for the storm to breeze on through. it won't be long though."
my ass.
we sit there for 2 and a half hours before the plane takes off. we FINALLY get into the logan airport at 1:46 am (boston time) and get our luggage and rental car. and off we go to attleboro, mass. we asked TWO people at the rental car place if the ted williams tunnel was open because last time it wasn't. both said yes. inevitably, it wasn't. so we have to take a detour, at 2:30 am, through downtown boston (which is confusing enough by daylight). we finally find the freeway, but it's not the mass pike. we get off, turn around, find the right freeway, and go. by the time we arrive at our inn, it's about 4 am and everyone's asleep. it takes us about 45 minutes to wake up the night guard to let us in. i finally crash about 5 am.
mom, 7 am: "rise and shine! it's off to wheaton for your interview!"
me: "mom, shut up. how can you be perky after 2 hours of sleep?"
mom: "coffee. drink."
so after about 4 cups of coffee (strong, black) i am FULLY awake. i think i may have scared my interviewer by being overly enthusiastic about this school that's basically a safety for me. ah well. so that concludes my entirely shitty (but mildly entertaining) day. it's dinner time, and then i crash. goodnight. | | |
| Today was the most fun I’ve had in a long time, because I actually was allowed to leave the house! I’m off the drugs now, hooray  Anyway, today I woke up around 1:30 in the afternoon and my mom tells me that Andrew called me. So we decided to go out to lunch to celebrate the fact that I can finally eat real food again, so we went to in n out because I’ve had a craving for a burger ever since I got back from the surgeon (and now I can finally eat one! Yesss!). We had our burgers and then drove around for a while, visited dockweiler, etc then all of a sudden Andrew shouts out “OREGON!” and punches me in the arm.
It.
Was.
On!!!
We drove around in search of more out of state plates and Calvin joined in the fun with us too. Calvin punches hard! We stopped by the seven eleven but then the woman-beater (aka Calvin) had to go home, so we dropped him off, played some more license plate game, and then I went home too. Right when I got home I talked to Monica and we decided to go see Napoleon Dynamite. That’s a quality movie, right there. I think that’s the most awkward looking kid I’ve ever seen in my life. It was great.  However, that movie made us really hungry (see the beginning credits, yum!) so we went to in n out (yesss twice in one day! Haha sooo good) and chatted for a while. Then we called Annie and found out that she had her wisdom teeth out today too! Pobre cita  We went back to Mon’s house and 2 of her friends came over on their way to a pirate-themed party, and they were fully dressed. And when I say fully, I mean FULLY dressed. One guy had the teeth and everything and talked like a pirate the whole time! They got way too into it, but it was hilarious. After they left Monica decided to show me her and Kevin’s baby pictures… soo cute! Then when I got home I watched Paul Hamm totally botch his routine, only to come back and win the gold medal. And the US women’s swim team shatter the 17-year world record for the free relay. That nicely completed my day, so now I’m going to bed. Goodnight! | | |
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hmm quite confused... talking with cj makes it worse...
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i wonder if they're good live?
). i've been thinking about "my future" and it's kinda scary. i'll be surprised (
) but very happy (
) if i get into my first choice schools. and sad if i don't (
, you silly over achievers. has anybody else started their college stuff? please say no. 
gah i'm like the only senior that can't drive and it's getting to the point of just being embarrassing! i thought i'd be able to get my license this summer for sure but i didn't really pay attention to the fact that i'd be gone so much and when i actually WAS home i'd be on drugs. 
). and our fridge hasn't worked in ages and the fixer-man keeps coming but not doing anything. a water pipe under the kitchen sink rusted straight through so there's no water in the kitchen at all so we're using plastic utensils and plates etc (because the dish washer obviously won't work without water). it's really annoying to have workmen here what feels like ALL the time. and all this stuff is really really expensive to get everything fixed so i'm going to be majorly limited on funds this year. 
and wow if you think about it a lot of expensive stuff is going to happen this year. like i know me going away to brown was expensive, and applying to colleges (i think its like $50 each?), homecoming/prom/etc, i've heard graduation is expensive too, and i know my parents want to get me a car (assuming i ever get my license) and that's obviously quite expensive. and then next year the whole tuition thing is darn pricey... i feel bad making my parents spend all this money. i can tell it's kind of killing them. i think i should try to get a job or something or at least not spend any money for a while.
(btw why is there one for kiss 
... is there a difference??)