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sorcyressSo, the grand story of today:
Woke up at four thirty AM. Arranged stuff and got into the car. Made it to BWI with an hour to spare. Mom kicked me out and drove towards home.
I couldn't find my photo ID. Yes, this is the same fucking permit I couldn't find the last time I tried to go to Boston. Haaaaate.
I call mom, somewhere in between panic and despair. She drives straight home, finds the permit where I suspected it was (Floor of room, having fallen out of jacket pocket). She drives straight back to BWI.
Roughly three minutes too late for me to check my bag and make the plane. They have some sort of half hour rule.
Wait in line to talk to a service person. Meet an exceptionally wonderful woman called Jane, who deserves the best life has to offer. She gets me on the next available flight to Boston. Pro: We don't have to pay anything. Con: The flight is at 1:30.
Go home, help mom file papers. Katnap fitfully for about an hour. Get into the car, drive to the airport. Go straight through security (I checked my bag earlier --thanks Jane!)
HIGH POINT OF DAY: As I walk through the metal detector, one of the security girls looks at my backpack. "Free Hugs?!" she calls out joyfully. We give each other an air hug, and I go on my way. One of my free hugs signs getting a positive reaction? ++
Get on plane. It's running a little late. Fly to Boston. Katnap irregularly for something close to an hour. Eat crackers, and realize I hadn't had lunch. Shrug it off.
Get to Logan International. Go to collect bags. Wait around at the baggage carosel being irritable that nothing's happening for Too Damn Long. Hear an announcement that the bags from our flight are actually on the baggage carosel furthest away from the one we're at. Swear, tiredly.
Get bag, go outside, get a ride from the aweso-tastic Dave. Arrive at school, drag bag up to my room, dump on floor, grab my books, go to class.
Go upstairs. Nap-but-not-really since I didn't actually fall asleep, while listening to music for twenty minutes. Change clothes. Remember that today is St. Patricks day and swap the red overshirt for green, and put on my rediculous sublime green feather earrings. (so as to avoid being pinched by pervy old men. Not that that was actually a worry anyways) Toss dance shoes into a bag and walk to Magus's.
The next three hours or so were practically ideal. Hug Keira a lot. Go out on a dinner getting adventure with Magus and Keira. Eat crepes. Walk back to Magus's house, discussing urination and dancing (at the same time). Be glad that, sometimes, I don't have to be mature.
Go to SCD. Go to class, slightly late, and do my best to learn and pay attention. Succeed because I know what I'm doing, fail because I'm really painfully tired and current teacher is mediocre. Go to social dance, dance with all manner of excellent people. Decide that DJ and Rachel probably need to be stalked because they're way cool.
NTS: Remember a mug for next time. Even if you can't necessarily draw a dinosaur (RAR!) on it. Clearly I have to get a cup I can draw a dinosaur on.
Be very good at getting the moves in the right order. Fail miserably at doing the strathspey step with any sort of elegance, partly because I'm really frigging tired and partly because it hurts my ankle. Fail miserably at pas de basque setting, partly because I still don't quite have the hang of it, partly because I'm really frigging tired, and partly because said tired makes it slightly harder to have a sense of rhythm.
Sit out the I&A song because there was no frigging way I was mentally able to learn it. Chat with Jere7my instead. Plan to just sit out the final waltz, and wind up dancing with Peter instead. End the night by chatting with people. Somehow become squished between Keira and Jere7my. Really can't complain, until Keira licked my nose. Strange girl. *grins*
Get in car with Keira and Magus and drive towards his house. Realize I don't have my phone, it's probably back at Springstep, where class is. Swear. Attempt to curl into a little ball of self deprecation, but fail because Keira keeps petting me and making me feel all loved, damn her.
Get to house, make plans with Keira to go on adventures tomorrow to Joie de Vivre and to Springstep to find my phone. Walk almost all the way home, and get distracted by Lauren and Emily's house. Chat with them for an hour or so, and become terribly un-emo.
Go home, decide to go to sleep by one so I can be up by ten so I can go adventuring with Keira before my 2:30 appointment with Dr. Pluto, and so I can schedule talking to other professors between that and Aikido.
Miss the deadline by about fifteen minutes. Forgive self.
Say goodnight.
Woke up at four thirty AM. Arranged stuff and got into the car. Made it to BWI with an hour to spare. Mom kicked me out and drove towards home.
I couldn't find my photo ID. Yes, this is the same fucking permit I couldn't find the last time I tried to go to Boston. Haaaaate.
I call mom, somewhere in between panic and despair. She drives straight home, finds the permit where I suspected it was (Floor of room, having fallen out of jacket pocket). She drives straight back to BWI.
Roughly three minutes too late for me to check my bag and make the plane. They have some sort of half hour rule.
Wait in line to talk to a service person. Meet an exceptionally wonderful woman called Jane, who deserves the best life has to offer. She gets me on the next available flight to Boston. Pro: We don't have to pay anything. Con: The flight is at 1:30.
Go home, help mom file papers. Katnap fitfully for about an hour. Get into the car, drive to the airport. Go straight through security (I checked my bag earlier --thanks Jane!)
HIGH POINT OF DAY: As I walk through the metal detector, one of the security girls looks at my backpack. "Free Hugs?!" she calls out joyfully. We give each other an air hug, and I go on my way. One of my free hugs signs getting a positive reaction? ++
Get on plane. It's running a little late. Fly to Boston. Katnap irregularly for something close to an hour. Eat crackers, and realize I hadn't had lunch. Shrug it off.
Get to Logan International. Go to collect bags. Wait around at the baggage carosel being irritable that nothing's happening for Too Damn Long. Hear an announcement that the bags from our flight are actually on the baggage carosel furthest away from the one we're at. Swear, tiredly.
Get bag, go outside, get a ride from the aweso-tastic Dave. Arrive at school, drag bag up to my room, dump on floor, grab my books, go to class.
Go upstairs. Nap-but-not-really since I didn't actually fall asleep, while listening to music for twenty minutes. Change clothes. Remember that today is St. Patricks day and swap the red overshirt for green, and put on my rediculous sublime green feather earrings. (so as to avoid being pinched by pervy old men. Not that that was actually a worry anyways) Toss dance shoes into a bag and walk to Magus's.
The next three hours or so were practically ideal. Hug Keira a lot. Go out on a dinner getting adventure with Magus and Keira. Eat crepes. Walk back to Magus's house, discussing urination and dancing (at the same time). Be glad that, sometimes, I don't have to be mature.
Go to SCD. Go to class, slightly late, and do my best to learn and pay attention. Succeed because I know what I'm doing, fail because I'm really painfully tired and current teacher is mediocre. Go to social dance, dance with all manner of excellent people. Decide that DJ and Rachel probably need to be stalked because they're way cool.
NTS: Remember a mug for next time. Even if you can't necessarily draw a dinosaur (RAR!) on it. Clearly I have to get a cup I can draw a dinosaur on.
Be very good at getting the moves in the right order. Fail miserably at doing the strathspey step with any sort of elegance, partly because I'm really frigging tired and partly because it hurts my ankle. Fail miserably at pas de basque setting, partly because I still don't quite have the hang of it, partly because I'm really frigging tired, and partly because said tired makes it slightly harder to have a sense of rhythm.
Sit out the I&A song because there was no frigging way I was mentally able to learn it. Chat with Jere7my instead. Plan to just sit out the final waltz, and wind up dancing with Peter instead. End the night by chatting with people. Somehow become squished between Keira and Jere7my. Really can't complain, until Keira licked my nose. Strange girl. *grins*
Get in car with Keira and Magus and drive towards his house. Realize I don't have my phone, it's probably back at Springstep, where class is. Swear. Attempt to curl into a little ball of self deprecation, but fail because Keira keeps petting me and making me feel all loved, damn her.
Get to house, make plans with Keira to go on adventures tomorrow to Joie de Vivre and to Springstep to find my phone. Walk almost all the way home, and get distracted by Lauren and Emily's house. Chat with them for an hour or so, and become terribly un-emo.
Go home, decide to go to sleep by one so I can be up by ten so I can go adventuring with Keira before my 2:30 appointment with Dr. Pluto, and so I can schedule talking to other professors between that and Aikido.
Miss the deadline by about fifteen minutes. Forgive self.
Say goodnight.
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