Lets talk incessantly about Holland for no reason
I ran around like a crack bunny today. Which made me feel useful. And I still have a mountain of forms and things to fill for various things, and Robin still hasn't finished the letter I need to give to the Dean. Arrrgh. But! sun. Sun makes everything better. Sun and Leidennnnnnn, that is. The idea of going to Holland randomly fills me with great joy. Joanna has already forwarded me airport info and such. I will convince her to be my WT bitch! Madrid and Berlin maybe? And now I have motivation for saving more of my funds. So every time my brain runs a finger down my shoulder and whispers in my ear "Rolling Stone says the cure's new album is their best since 'disintigration'..." Or "The first season of 'Kids in the Hall' is out on dvd, so what if you don't have a dvd player? They're Canadian!" or "Really, when are you ever going to get the chance to see Primus perform 'Frizzle Fry' in it's entirety, with your boss no less?" I can clamp my hands over my ears and scream "Leiden!" I should try that sometime when someone skanky is trying to sit next to me on the subway.
And my passport app is now in the process of being renewed. *All* my random trip planning fills me with joy. As did driving all the way to the passport office today and back and not killing myself or anyone else. Every time that happens it's a victory. For me and mankind, yo. Though I keep on forgetting how much attention the beast attracts. Honking and staring and comments and everything. It's ridiculous. I was pumping gas today and getting stared at as if I had Anna's breasts. Some guy knowingly asked "'71?" and I got to toss my head and reply "'75." Man, I'm such a dork. I also know understand some of the 'pleasures of driving' now. Or rather, the pleasures of driving and singing along loudly and tunelessly with the classic rock station. Neil Young and AC/DC (are classic rock now?!?) Shut up. I wonder if I told any of the people here I was listening to Diamond Dave they'd know what I was talking about. Signs point to no. I should ask Marie if she's up for a trip to Holland, considering that the lucky wench gets the whole summer off. Unless she's teaching summer school.... ugh. Another person I need to remember to contact.
And my passport app is now in the process of being renewed. *All* my random trip planning fills me with joy. As did driving all the way to the passport office today and back and not killing myself or anyone else. Every time that happens it's a victory. For me and mankind, yo. Though I keep on forgetting how much attention the beast attracts. Honking and staring and comments and everything. It's ridiculous. I was pumping gas today and getting stared at as if I had Anna's breasts. Some guy knowingly asked "'71?" and I got to toss my head and reply "'75." Man, I'm such a dork. I also know understand some of the 'pleasures of driving' now. Or rather, the pleasures of driving and singing along loudly and tunelessly with the classic rock station. Neil Young and AC/DC (are classic rock now?!?) Shut up. I wonder if I told any of the people here I was listening to Diamond Dave they'd know what I was talking about. Signs point to no. I should ask Marie if she's up for a trip to Holland, considering that the lucky wench gets the whole summer off. Unless she's teaching summer school.... ugh. Another person I need to remember to contact.