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So LJ was pretty much dead for awhile, ever since MYSPACE TOOK OVER THE WORLD.
Ahahah, I haven't updated since Country Junction, a.k.a. Pennsylvania.
But it looks like all the cool kids are updating again, and I gotta keep up with them, because I want to be supercool, just like Amanda&Mal&Rita.
You know I don't stand up well to peer pressure. So now I have to update. Anyways...
I'm going to Paris in 2 days, but we're leaving for Buffalo tomorrow, so I can meet my G-ma, Aunt Di & ...Sarah. I really wish she wasn't going, she is a major partykiller. And I really wish even more that she reads this, which I'm betting she will. Ahahah..
Anyways, Scared. Terrified. I'm excited, but not really. I don't think it's really hit me yet that I'm actually going. I'll probably believe it when we're standing on top of the Eiffel Tower or something. Speaking of the Eiffel Tower, I am super pumped to be goingg to the actual site where TOMKAT was formed. I find it incredibly hysterical. Speaking of TOMKAT they're supposedly getting separated. Which I find horribly dissapointing, because they are the most entertaining couple since, um, EVER.
Anyways, normally I would have packed a whole boatload of clothes, but seeing as we're not doing a baggage check, my bag has to fit into the overhead. Somehow I managed to fit everything into this 3inch by 4inch suitcase. And I think I even have enough room in my other carry-on for all the crap I'm going to buy there. I never would have thought that me, the most notorious overpacker of all time would be able to accomplish that but I did. Don't ask me how.
EEKKKK!!
I hope some dirty French man doesn't spit on me. Or that some huge mob isn't going to attack me because I'm American[thanks Meg]. Actually, I would find that highly amusing&probably pee my pants from laughing so hard. Hmm. I think I should walk through the streets fo Paris, with a big shirt that has an American flaf on it, a huge boom-box that's blasting "God Bless America"[or some other patriotic song], and a biggg sing bashing the French. Ohh, that would be a fun experiment.
When I'm nervous, I ramble. Eeekkkk[a mouse].
Ahahah, I haven't updated since Country Junction, a.k.a. Pennsylvania.
But it looks like all the cool kids are updating again, and I gotta keep up with them, because I want to be supercool, just like Amanda&Mal&Rita.
You know I don't stand up well to peer pressure. So now I have to update. Anyways...
I'm going to Paris in 2 days, but we're leaving for Buffalo tomorrow, so I can meet my G-ma, Aunt Di & ...Sarah. I really wish she wasn't going, she is a major partykiller. And I really wish even more that she reads this, which I'm betting she will. Ahahah..
Anyways, Scared. Terrified. I'm excited, but not really. I don't think it's really hit me yet that I'm actually going. I'll probably believe it when we're standing on top of the Eiffel Tower or something. Speaking of the Eiffel Tower, I am super pumped to be goingg to the actual site where TOMKAT was formed. I find it incredibly hysterical. Speaking of TOMKAT they're supposedly getting separated. Which I find horribly dissapointing, because they are the most entertaining couple since, um, EVER.
Anyways, normally I would have packed a whole boatload of clothes, but seeing as we're not doing a baggage check, my bag has to fit into the overhead. Somehow I managed to fit everything into this 3inch by 4inch suitcase. And I think I even have enough room in my other carry-on for all the crap I'm going to buy there. I never would have thought that me, the most notorious overpacker of all time would be able to accomplish that but I did. Don't ask me how.
EEKKKK!!
I hope some dirty French man doesn't spit on me. Or that some huge mob isn't going to attack me because I'm American[thanks Meg]. Actually, I would find that highly amusing&probably pee my pants from laughing so hard. Hmm. I think I should walk through the streets fo Paris, with a big shirt that has an American flaf on it, a huge boom-box that's blasting "God Bless America"[or some other patriotic song], and a biggg sing bashing the French. Ohh, that would be a fun experiment.
When I'm nervous, I ramble. Eeekkkk[a mouse].