There's something wrong with me: I'm a cuckoo.
Yeah, so I've been back for a few days now. I saw Eliza Dushku in first class on my plane back. I was staring at her for like 20 seconds, but she looked right at me, so I quickly averted my eyes. I wanted to tell her, "Sorry your show sucks...I like you anyway =)", but that would have been damn rude.
Boston was fine; I hope to visit again. All the christmas money from relatives I hadn't seen in a decade fomented (ooh, SAT word, yay) my desire to return.
I'm in kind of a funk lately, meh. Back to trying to sort myself and my life out once again. I can't really articulate it; every time I try to, the words sound nothing like the thoughts do in my head. Even the sentence I just wrote sounds terrible and...inaccurate. Hmm...I need some fun.
Boston was fine; I hope to visit again. All the christmas money from relatives I hadn't seen in a decade fomented (ooh, SAT word, yay) my desire to return.
I'm in kind of a funk lately, meh. Back to trying to sort myself and my life out once again. I can't really articulate it; every time I try to, the words sound nothing like the thoughts do in my head. Even the sentence I just wrote sounds terrible and...inaccurate. Hmm...I need some fun.