Well for the first month i’ll actually be living in Paris, with a semi permanent housing situation. Then for the last ten or so days I’ll be traveling, so I plan on shipping unnecessary things back home. Thanks for the advice!
Also, if anyone wants a postcard, give me your address in my ass box.
The worst part about using a backpacking pack for your suitcase is that if you get to the top and realize that not everything will fit, you have to unpack it all to get some things out.
Maybe the third time will be the charm.
I just need this tattooed on me so that I can remember it. How horrible is that? That this is my newest positive message to myself?
But Jon Stewart’s Offensive Impressions montage just did. Can’t wait until it shows up on tumblr tomorrow and I can watch it a million times.
How did I not know this was a thing?
If I still had money, I’d buy a Klimpy’s just to burn it to the ground!
I just watched Baghead which I had never seen before and it starts out OK but then gets really scary (cabins in the woods were off my list of Things To Do before, but now it’s pretty much sealed the deal) and then gets back to being OK, which I figured it would be.
But then I needed a palate cleanser so I saw Freaks and Geeks was on, and I figured I could watch that or find Adult Swim (who the fuck knows what channel Cartoon Network is anymore, I usually just stumble upon it) but then I heard rustling outside the window in my living room in the tall bushes that are right there.
And I know that there is an infestation of raccoons in our neighborhood, as well as possums, and I also know that my cat likes to hang out near that area, and that there are tons of other neighborhood cats.
But Jesus I have never decided to go to bed faster.
So I saw Super 8 today and it was so awesome, because those movies, the ones with middle school boys that go on adventures and solve crimes and mysteries and discover aliens and pirate ships are my favorite. And JJ Abrams did such a great job capturing the excitement and adrenaline rush from ET, The Goonies, Stand By Me, etc etc etc.
But I kept thinking like, all of those movies center around a group of boys. Like, the only girl one I could think of is Now and Then, which is a great movie, but that’s kind of it. I mean, Baby-Sitters Club had girls doing things, but they don’t really solve a crime. They ride their bikes a lot. That seems to be an important aspect in the story.
But I can’t really think of any others. Maybe that is my calling in life. Maybe I need to write some awesome summer movie, set in the past, because that makes it nostalgic and can give it a bitchin summer soundtrack, starring five girls that stumble upon some awesome secret.
OK so I’m traveling to Europe in a few days, and for the first month I’ll be taking classes, but for ten days after that, I’ll basically be by myself. I had a few contacts set up but one just kind of fell through. Even though I lived on my own for three whole months, the idea of spending ten days by myself, in multiple countries (none of which speak my language), finding places to stay and eat and see and store my luggage, that is friggin terrifying. Personally I don’t want to stay in hostels, because I am not outgoing and I am very private and like my own space when I’m alone, so I think I’m willing to shell out extra buxxx to stay in a quaint bed and breakfast.
Not to mention my crippling fear and anxiety I have regarding every other person on the planet.
So, for those of you who have traveled alone, in Europe, how is it? Like, safety-wise? Traveling-wise? Language barrier-wise?
waiting for me to get lie down so he can sit on my chest and fall into a deep sleep.
But I just keep sitting on my bed, and he keeps staring at me, and every time I look at him he puts his paw on my shoulder, as if to say, “please, my dear, go to bed,” but his dumb claws keep getting stuck in my t-shirt.
So then he gets his paw stuck in my shirt and then puts his other paw on my shoulder for leverage and then gets a claw stuck in my shirt on that paw so he has both his front paws stuck in my shirt and it is just the greatest watching him struggle.
Am I a catsochist?
Spent almost an hour trying to three-way video chat with Colleen and Kelly last night, to no avail. I guess some force in the universe really didn’t want me to see Colleen’s cat Honus talking like Katherine Hepburn. Pity, really.
I guess that means there is an open invitation to hang out with myself, The Doctor, and about a million homemade margaritas.