yay!
Got my passport today. And they sent back my old one, so I can still look at my old stamps and visas if I want to. It's beautiful - the passport, not my picture. My picture has -in the passportification of itself - been changed from something acceptably pleasant looking, to something exceedingly sunburned looking. I hope my face has never been that red in real life. Ew. And it is interesting to note that my old passport only sported English and French, wherer now Spanish has been added to that list. Forive me fr sounding racist and mean, but if the fucking Mexicans don't starting staying in their own damn country, English is soon going to be America's offical second language. And when that day comes, I'm leaving my home country forever, because I'm not going tobe forced to learn that language of a group of nation usurpers!
Okay... time to breathe.
I've been in a very Suck My Balls kind of mood the past few days. Not enough sleep, the computer at work keeps crashing on my shift, my college loan is still stagnating (I sent another letter to the school to remind them I still lack funding, with three weeks till Flight Day,) I'm having trouble figuring out how my last week in NC is going to work, and I'm just a little crazy right now, what with the words "three weeks" rolling around in my head and making me want to vomit at least once or twice an hour. I have to think about something else, but given how close to the sire I'm getting, I can't really think of anything else.
I'm sifting through my room, deciding what's getting packed and what isn't, running through my mental checklists, convincing myself that I'm more prepared than I feel, and just generally slipping closer and closer to being completely barkers. So... any suggestions?
Okay... time to breathe.
I've been in a very Suck My Balls kind of mood the past few days. Not enough sleep, the computer at work keeps crashing on my shift, my college loan is still stagnating (I sent another letter to the school to remind them I still lack funding, with three weeks till Flight Day,) I'm having trouble figuring out how my last week in NC is going to work, and I'm just a little crazy right now, what with the words "three weeks" rolling around in my head and making me want to vomit at least once or twice an hour. I have to think about something else, but given how close to the sire I'm getting, I can't really think of anything else.
I'm sifting through my room, deciding what's getting packed and what isn't, running through my mental checklists, convincing myself that I'm more prepared than I feel, and just generally slipping closer and closer to being completely barkers. So... any suggestions?