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Aug. 2nd, 2006 10:42 pmI'm home, but probably going to bed, even though there are posts I want to write about
1. how oddly alien from here I feel after twelve days in a totally different, much more positive environment, which is weird because while I've been in said environment before I've never felt this way afterwards before and
2. my thoughts on beautiful people and why they should not sit next to me on airplanes anymore.
(Cause I used to play this game see, called Who Will Sit With Me, and finally today I won and this gorgeous blonde sat next to me and I actually decided not to strike up a conversation for the sole reason that if for some reason I didn't like her I'd be STUCK with her for three hours which is longer than most successful dinner dates, and also because I had started reading a Nick Hornby novel after finishing What Was She Thinking and didn't want to put it down.)
Except I'm not posting about those. Because I'm going to bed. Probably. Yes.
1. how oddly alien from here I feel after twelve days in a totally different, much more positive environment, which is weird because while I've been in said environment before I've never felt this way afterwards before and
2. my thoughts on beautiful people and why they should not sit next to me on airplanes anymore.
(Cause I used to play this game see, called Who Will Sit With Me, and finally today I won and this gorgeous blonde sat next to me and I actually decided not to strike up a conversation for the sole reason that if for some reason I didn't like her I'd be STUCK with her for three hours which is longer than most successful dinner dates, and also because I had started reading a Nick Hornby novel after finishing What Was She Thinking and didn't want to put it down.)
Except I'm not posting about those. Because I'm going to bed. Probably. Yes.
