blue in the uk
well, guys, you can finally tell me and i will agree: i am totally, insanely, ridiculously, absolutely crazy.
I'm here in england, which i have been excited for since i dont know how long, sitting mere miles away from london and france and the english channel and thousands of years of history--and all i want is a cup of real starbuck's and all my friends.
see i told you, im insane.
the thing is i just read all about chelsie's party and i seriously almost lost it. i am not built for being away this long, i end up feeling lonely and forgotten on the opposite end of the world. ok, ok, i know my friends haven't forgotten me ( i think....) and all that jazz, but i still miss them ok? jeez.
and WHY do planes have to be SO SLOW? i mean i know they're going hundreds of miles an hour or whatever but it seems like in this day and age it should not take me 18 hours to get from seattle to southampton. so im not really looking forward to the plan ride home, mostly becuase my hair gets all flat and weird and does NOT cooperate with anythingi do to it. so i end up just looking strange when i finally get where im going. plus the AIR on the stupid planes is SO... BONE....DRY.. its like breathing flannel or something. GOD! and i can NEVER sleep on flights. AHHH i just want to apparate home (yes i've been reading the sixth hp... so sue me...)
to all of my lovely friends, i miss you and i love you.
signing off for now.
oh, P.S. to Conrad: I love you more.
I'm here in england, which i have been excited for since i dont know how long, sitting mere miles away from london and france and the english channel and thousands of years of history--and all i want is a cup of real starbuck's and all my friends.
see i told you, im insane.
the thing is i just read all about chelsie's party and i seriously almost lost it. i am not built for being away this long, i end up feeling lonely and forgotten on the opposite end of the world. ok, ok, i know my friends haven't forgotten me ( i think....) and all that jazz, but i still miss them ok? jeez.
and WHY do planes have to be SO SLOW? i mean i know they're going hundreds of miles an hour or whatever but it seems like in this day and age it should not take me 18 hours to get from seattle to southampton. so im not really looking forward to the plan ride home, mostly becuase my hair gets all flat and weird and does NOT cooperate with anythingi do to it. so i end up just looking strange when i finally get where im going. plus the AIR on the stupid planes is SO... BONE....DRY.. its like breathing flannel or something. GOD! and i can NEVER sleep on flights. AHHH i just want to apparate home (yes i've been reading the sixth hp... so sue me...)
to all of my lovely friends, i miss you and i love you.
signing off for now.
oh, P.S. to Conrad: I love you more.