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You know, I was all like "OMG, how will my first time on the plane go?! Will I freak out? Will I love it? Will we crash?"
And now it's half past three at night. My room is a mess, I am still packing. Ula is supposed to be here at ten to help me get my things into her flat. Then we're going to re-visit the office that refused to deal with me today, then a trip to the uni, then library, then packing for a trip. Cleaning up the room, eating something and giving back the key to the flat needs to be squeezed in sometime as well.
And you know what? I think my first flying trip will go: "OMG, I finally don't have to move. Wake me up, when we're there. Or don't."
Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. I want some.
And now it's half past three at night. My room is a mess, I am still packing. Ula is supposed to be here at ten to help me get my things into her flat. Then we're going to re-visit the office that refused to deal with me today, then a trip to the uni, then library, then packing for a trip. Cleaning up the room, eating something and giving back the key to the flat needs to be squeezed in sometime as well.
And you know what? I think my first flying trip will go: "OMG, I finally don't have to move. Wake me up, when we're there. Or don't."
Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. I want some.