Socks
Ever since I received my passport back in the mail, with its new perforated and colorful addition tucked inside granting me passage to a new world, my mind has been buzzing with plans. And its little annoying buzz has succeeded in pushing me into action. I have plans solid through the next two weeks leaving me with 3 open days right before I leave for Turkey. This week I have drill and AT everyday until Sunday. Next week I'm taking a mini trip to SoCal to go to Disneyland, Catalina Island, and Lancaster. Friday I'm in the city with my aunt, Saturday is my BBQ, and Sunday through Monday I'm in Concord visiting family and friends. After that I have until the 31st (3 days) to make absolute sure all my ducks are in a row and to get my ass on a plane out of here. I'm excited, can you tell? :) As for what I planned to do this summer, I've failed some. I've managed to learn only a few phrases in Turkish...all of them sexual, and I haven't danced nearly as much as planned. Alas not all goes as we plan it to, and I'm pretty content with where I am. Besides you never know when "easy tiger" or "I wont do it without protection" will come in handy. Perhaps I'll go on a safari, or want to go bungee jumping but refuse to do it without the rope. In any event I'm well on my way to where I'm going and I'm enjoying every minute of it.
Now I part with some words of wisdom:
"Yeah, and that's why I told you not to call me a princess. If you do you'll get a sock in the face, and not a sock sock, a punch sock."
Now I part with some words of wisdom:
"Yeah, and that's why I told you not to call me a princess. If you do you'll get a sock in the face, and not a sock sock, a punch sock."