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alright, so i'm in london! i made it after getting myself on an airplane, switching planes, waiting for three hours for them to look at my passport, getting myself onto the underground, and switching that to the right place and walking to my hostel. i'm pretty amazed at myself in all honesty.... but now i'm here, and i thnk i might stay another day cause i dont think i can see all i want to see just tomorrow, so i'll probably stay another night at this hostel. which is pretty sick. hot tub, bar, all that good stuff.
just spend a week in norway with the folks, gonna kill my stepmother.... lot of time spent sitting either watching her babble at her relatives in norwiegan or sitting in some tiny little cabin in the middle of nowhere, saoking up the nothing. dont get me wrong, i feel lucky to be there. its the most beautiful place i've ever seen, and i got to hold three baby goats and see a fjord horse that was less than 24 hours old. actually, i saw its preggers momma and then saw it the next day. pretty cute. but holy crap i dont know how my stepmother isnt dead of a heart attack yet. seriously, ridiculous how much she stressed over nothing. just listening to her have a constant panic attack makes me stressed out.
so i've decided duty free's are the coolest thing ever. twelve dollar jaegermeister. i know like three of you will appreciate that but still! it was amazing. and i havent gotten carded for anything yet. which is ridiculous. and awesome, since all my IDs are buried in my money belt which is tucked under my shirt, jacket and backpack and therefore a bitch to get too.
i think thats everything exciting... this thing wont let me copy and paste, so i'm gonna go write something different in my myspace... so if you want the same story, different version, you know where to look...
sarah, tell me your address is p.o. box 2002
sam, tell me your address is p.o. box 81
anybody else who wants a postcard, drop me an address and i'll work on it.
i miss you all... but i'm pretty happy being independent : )
just spend a week in norway with the folks, gonna kill my stepmother.... lot of time spent sitting either watching her babble at her relatives in norwiegan or sitting in some tiny little cabin in the middle of nowhere, saoking up the nothing. dont get me wrong, i feel lucky to be there. its the most beautiful place i've ever seen, and i got to hold three baby goats and see a fjord horse that was less than 24 hours old. actually, i saw its preggers momma and then saw it the next day. pretty cute. but holy crap i dont know how my stepmother isnt dead of a heart attack yet. seriously, ridiculous how much she stressed over nothing. just listening to her have a constant panic attack makes me stressed out.
so i've decided duty free's are the coolest thing ever. twelve dollar jaegermeister. i know like three of you will appreciate that but still! it was amazing. and i havent gotten carded for anything yet. which is ridiculous. and awesome, since all my IDs are buried in my money belt which is tucked under my shirt, jacket and backpack and therefore a bitch to get too.
i think thats everything exciting... this thing wont let me copy and paste, so i'm gonna go write something different in my myspace... so if you want the same story, different version, you know where to look...
sarah, tell me your address is p.o. box 2002
sam, tell me your address is p.o. box 81
anybody else who wants a postcard, drop me an address and i'll work on it.
i miss you all... but i'm pretty happy being independent : )