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back from san fran.
people thought we were natives.
we went to pixar multiple times.
WHAT? YOU GUYS WENT TO PIXAR?
yup. we went to THE pixar.
multiple times.
we were pixar groupies.
i am still on california time, though when i was there i never paid attention to what time they thought it was. just me and my old alabamie phone.
waking up hurt like almost nothing else this morning. i'm really glad i didn't die on the way to work this morning, seeing as how i was asleep all the way from my house through inverness. (which is not hoover.)
i liked the san fran. the weather was wonderful. i could breathe without being berated by my allergies. unlike here with its muggy hot bitchiness.
we traveled by ourselves and paid our own way. i borrowed nothing from my parents but a bigger suitcase, which doesn't count because it's lumpy. jayna's baggage was misplaced, her house burned, and we traveled alone through sketchville, and survived. mini-adults, we were. on holiday. we took care of ourselves in every way necessary, and didn't get mugged or raped, nor did we die. lived together for 9 days, slept in the same beds. self managed.
it is only in retrospect that i realize how much we did everything ourselves. wow.
and yet i still feel like i need to at least act like i'm asking for permission to leave the house.
this is the first time in my life that i wish i was older than i am.
i was nine-teen and a half two days ago. now i'm nineteen and a half and two days.
taylor made me a mix cd. i love it, and thank him heartily.
come to jesus meetings, while necessary hurt like no other. just like waking up in the morning.
i move in the 13th or 14th. classes start the 17th. i don't know who my room mate will be. fuuuuuuuck. i hate that. all of it. even though i'm going into art. shit. shit shit. and i don't want to take organic, i really don't, and i almost wonder whether or not my resistance to it is a sign i shouldn't follow that career choice...
ah well... i'm going to listen to the men from harvard speak now...
people thought we were natives.
we went to pixar multiple times.
WHAT? YOU GUYS WENT TO PIXAR?
yup. we went to THE pixar.
multiple times.
we were pixar groupies.
i am still on california time, though when i was there i never paid attention to what time they thought it was. just me and my old alabamie phone.
waking up hurt like almost nothing else this morning. i'm really glad i didn't die on the way to work this morning, seeing as how i was asleep all the way from my house through inverness. (which is not hoover.)
i liked the san fran. the weather was wonderful. i could breathe without being berated by my allergies. unlike here with its muggy hot bitchiness.
we traveled by ourselves and paid our own way. i borrowed nothing from my parents but a bigger suitcase, which doesn't count because it's lumpy. jayna's baggage was misplaced, her house burned, and we traveled alone through sketchville, and survived. mini-adults, we were. on holiday. we took care of ourselves in every way necessary, and didn't get mugged or raped, nor did we die. lived together for 9 days, slept in the same beds. self managed.
it is only in retrospect that i realize how much we did everything ourselves. wow.
and yet i still feel like i need to at least act like i'm asking for permission to leave the house.
this is the first time in my life that i wish i was older than i am.
i was nine-teen and a half two days ago. now i'm nineteen and a half and two days.
taylor made me a mix cd. i love it, and thank him heartily.
come to jesus meetings, while necessary hurt like no other. just like waking up in the morning.
i move in the 13th or 14th. classes start the 17th. i don't know who my room mate will be. fuuuuuuuck. i hate that. all of it. even though i'm going into art. shit. shit shit. and i don't want to take organic, i really don't, and i almost wonder whether or not my resistance to it is a sign i shouldn't follow that career choice...
ah well... i'm going to listen to the men from harvard speak now...