you're the queen of California
Ngg. If I am coming down with something, I am going to be so unimpressed. Although, when I'm ill I do tend to get quite sleepy, which would certainly help with the upcoming MANY HOURS ON AN AEROPLANE thing. Yeah, that's the spirit. I am pure Pollyanna.
(Fucking Pollyanna. I always hated that film. There's sweetly optimistic, and then there's 'oh my god shut her up before I fall into a diabetic coma'.)
Here are a couple of songs that make me think of Dean being all EMO AND PINING whilst Sam is off at Stanford (yes, yes I do have a playlist for everything):
Counting Crows- Goodnight Elisabeth
I will wait for you in Baton Rouge
I'll miss you down in New Orleans
Kate Nash- We Get On (Yes, really, Kate Nash. I didn't say these were srs bzns songs, after all.)
I don't ever drive by your house to see if you're in
I don't even have an opinion on that tramp that you're still seeing
I don't know your timetable
I don't know your face off by heart
Anyway, the main point of this entry, before I started typing and got distracted, was that I am PISSING OFF on Tuesday. I am a little bit horrified, because airports are just plain not my idea of fun and there is so much that could go wrong, especially if I am coming down with something. But--
WHO WOULD LIKE A POSTCARD?
~I know, I know. Thusfar, the postcard sending track-record has been pretty dire, but I'm feeling optimistic. Three weeks abroad is totally long enough for me to actually send things before I come home.
(Fucking Pollyanna. I always hated that film. There's sweetly optimistic, and then there's 'oh my god shut her up before I fall into a diabetic coma'.)
Here are a couple of songs that make me think of Dean being all EMO AND PINING whilst Sam is off at Stanford (yes, yes I do have a playlist for everything):
Counting Crows- Goodnight Elisabeth
I will wait for you in Baton Rouge
I'll miss you down in New Orleans
Kate Nash- We Get On (Yes, really, Kate Nash. I didn't say these were srs bzns songs, after all.)
I don't ever drive by your house to see if you're in
I don't even have an opinion on that tramp that you're still seeing
I don't know your timetable
I don't know your face off by heart
Anyway, the main point of this entry, before I started typing and got distracted, was that I am PISSING OFF on Tuesday. I am a little bit horrified, because airports are just plain not my idea of fun and there is so much that could go wrong, especially if I am coming down with something. But--
WHO WOULD LIKE A POSTCARD?
~I know, I know. Thusfar, the postcard sending track-record has been pretty dire, but I'm feeling optimistic. Three weeks abroad is totally long enough for me to actually send things before I come home.