how do you love in a house without feelings?
So, I made it home in one piece, living and breathing. I haven't slept since what seems uh, forever... I didn't sleep during the whole flight and I'm no absolutely exhausted. My feet were crammed and I had no space at all, and I was so uncomfortable that I couldn't even think about getting some sleep on the plane.
Tomorrow at school is going to be hell for so, so many reasons. First of all, my luggage didn't make it home. It's still somewhere in New York, Paris or I don't know where the fuck it is. My clothes, makeup, other cosmetic products, shoes, bags, hairdryer etc are in the bag and I'm going to look really, really awful tomorrow at school. I feel like putting on a bathrobe and a paper bag over my head. *shudders*
The trip, in its entirety, was about 50% disappointment and 50% awesomeness. We didn't make it to the Statue of Liberty after all, and I'm really sad about it - we missed it the last time we were there in 2004 because of some construction or something, and now it was pouring small animals from the sky so there was no going to the sea in the freezing rain.
Also, no bass. No New Year of my dreams.
I might seem childish, complaining about this stuff when I got a vacation in New York for fuck's sake, but I don't care about that. I'm disappointed and I damn sure am going to show it if I want to.
Mom, of course, is mad at me for about a million reasons I can't be bothered to count.
Apparently, she thinks I'm the most selfish person on earth. That kind of... Left a bad taste in my mouth. Seriously, what the FUCK?
Ah, I'm too pissed and tired to rant anymore. I don't even have my fucking toothbrush. I want to sleep ans get my fucking luggage back.
Tomorrow at school is going to be hell for so, so many reasons. First of all, my luggage didn't make it home. It's still somewhere in New York, Paris or I don't know where the fuck it is. My clothes, makeup, other cosmetic products, shoes, bags, hairdryer etc are in the bag and I'm going to look really, really awful tomorrow at school. I feel like putting on a bathrobe and a paper bag over my head. *shudders*
The trip, in its entirety, was about 50% disappointment and 50% awesomeness. We didn't make it to the Statue of Liberty after all, and I'm really sad about it - we missed it the last time we were there in 2004 because of some construction or something, and now it was pouring small animals from the sky so there was no going to the sea in the freezing rain.
Also, no bass. No New Year of my dreams.
I might seem childish, complaining about this stuff when I got a vacation in New York for fuck's sake, but I don't care about that. I'm disappointed and I damn sure am going to show it if I want to.
Mom, of course, is mad at me for about a million reasons I can't be bothered to count.
Apparently, she thinks I'm the most selfish person on earth. That kind of... Left a bad taste in my mouth. Seriously, what the FUCK?
Ah, I'm too pissed and tired to rant anymore. I don't even have my fucking toothbrush. I want to sleep ans get my fucking luggage back.