So long, so long, bet you saw this one coming
We will miss you, Maiers.
I leave tomorrow. Eight hours alone on a train turned into eight hours on a train with Meon Pooj.
I think I'm excited. I'll just be a Southerner for a month and then go on to be a Canadian. Talk about polar opposites.
Then some complications regarding my acquisition of a passport. They want to mail my birth certificate away and will get the passport to me in six weeks. Six weeks! I'm visiting Canada on Monday, then going up for school on September first. No can do, passport authorities!
The dollar store no longer sells ping pong balls! I'm about to embark one trek two of this quest, because my need for them is dire. I told the lady at the dollar store that my need for them was dire, and she didn't care. What a day of injustice this has been.
But now all is well! In two days I will see Guster for my first time with colored ping pong balls ever.