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So, my trip to Seattle was, in fact, the most disasterous occasion in recorded history. And pretty fun. It all started long long ago, when I had to get off work at 2:45 in order to make the bus to Sequim, but they decided that they were going to give me an extraordinary amount of disgusting rooms so I couldn't possibly get out on time, and had to pawn one off on the new kid and run as fast as a speeding unicorn towards the bus station. And then the bus was like, 10 minutes late, so I didn't have to be in nearly the hurry I was in. Which blew. And then the connection to Port Townsand driver went reeeaaaaalllllyyyy sloooooowww, so by the time we got there I only had 15 minutes instead of 45 minutes until my Polsbo connection, which I didn't realize, and therefore missed my bus. And had to bus alllll the way back to Port Angeles, empty my very very low bank account, fill up my car, and drive to Seattle instead. Which took forever. Because the ferry stopped running to get serviced the second I got there and I had to wait 2 hours. woop. So, instead of being cozy in Kalen's knoll at 7:30, I slunk in at around 11:15. AND THEN, we crawled into bed
and watched the late late show!
And then slept forever
and never got up.
the end
UNTRUE! Then we woke up at the REDICULOUSLY early 10:45 to watch ellen. And ate cereal. honey nut cheerios to be exact. And then we went to get the ingredients needed for hot fuge. woop hot fudge. Because I make the world's finest. Except this time, Because all we had to make it in were a frypan and only had a plastic spoon to stir it with. Mind you, this was no ordinary plastic spoon, it was SUPPOSED to be used for cooking. After accidentally melting the spoon into the chocolate without realizing it, I dripped molton spoon on my finger and got a big blister and hurt a lot for the rest of the day. Which was fun, because then I got to wrap it and ice it while driving! horray! Also, it became a rock hard piece of plastic chocolate lining the entire pot with like, 3 inches... of itself. Which took a screw driver and a gallon of boiling water to get out. Then we watched V for Vendetta, which is a kickass movie, and the reason for me coming down, because K-man hadn't seen it yet. Then we went to gas(works?) park, and got DELISH strawberry lemonade
and kicked around on such objects as: a hill, a wall, and a beach. And then we took a walk on the Ave. and looked at sexy jackets I didn't have money for. And didn't eat dinner, because we didn't have money for it. And then I went home. I just barely missed the ferry, of course, but it was ok because I'm reading some Salinger short stories, which are excellent. Thanks Tobin. Pretty sunset driving home
Then we got stopped by a flagger.
which took forever, and then there was a traffic jam
which took forever, and then I got bored, and started messing with my exposure
until the car in front of me shot some rockets up in the air and everybody died
Let's end this story with Mikhail's ass
PS, somewhere in there I lost my phone, which ran out of minutes while I was attempting to find out what the hell I should do about the bus situation, and my camera ran out of batteries. Horray!
and watched the late late show!
And then slept forever
and never got up.
the end
UNTRUE! Then we woke up at the REDICULOUSLY early 10:45 to watch ellen. And ate cereal. honey nut cheerios to be exact. And then we went to get the ingredients needed for hot fuge. woop hot fudge. Because I make the world's finest. Except this time, Because all we had to make it in were a frypan and only had a plastic spoon to stir it with. Mind you, this was no ordinary plastic spoon, it was SUPPOSED to be used for cooking. After accidentally melting the spoon into the chocolate without realizing it, I dripped molton spoon on my finger and got a big blister and hurt a lot for the rest of the day. Which was fun, because then I got to wrap it and ice it while driving! horray! Also, it became a rock hard piece of plastic chocolate lining the entire pot with like, 3 inches... of itself. Which took a screw driver and a gallon of boiling water to get out. Then we watched V for Vendetta, which is a kickass movie, and the reason for me coming down, because K-man hadn't seen it yet. Then we went to gas(works?) park, and got DELISH strawberry lemonade
and kicked around on such objects as: a hill, a wall, and a beach. And then we took a walk on the Ave. and looked at sexy jackets I didn't have money for. And didn't eat dinner, because we didn't have money for it. And then I went home. I just barely missed the ferry, of course, but it was ok because I'm reading some Salinger short stories, which are excellent. Thanks Tobin. Pretty sunset driving home
Then we got stopped by a flagger.
which took forever, and then there was a traffic jam
which took forever, and then I got bored, and started messing with my exposure
until the car in front of me shot some rockets up in the air and everybody died
Let's end this story with Mikhail's ass
PS, somewhere in there I lost my phone, which ran out of minutes while I was attempting to find out what the hell I should do about the bus situation, and my camera ran out of batteries. Horray!