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May. 9th, 2001 01:59 ami'm home.
well, in manassas, at least.
well, in manassas, at least.
May. 9th, 2001
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May. 9th, 2001 08:43 pmso... yeah. chris was still having trouble at work, so he had to just drop me off... but he paid the busboy guy outside, so i didn't have to wait in the line. (thanks chris!)
i wandered around for a while looking for food before i decided i wasn't really all that hungry, and headed to my gate.
i like seatac. i went from the entrance, down two escalators, through the security check around the corner, and across the hallway to the sideways elevator. i got out at my terminal, up an escalator, and there was my gate, right there. almost no walking at all. :)
i read all the way home. they fed us a yummy breadstick and a ham&artichoke tortilla wrap. it was surprisingly good, i guess because it's so simple.
got off the plane, met mother, got my stuff. she looks better, she's lost some weight. and she talked about her favorite subject, religion and spirituality. i don't blame her - she's in seminary and really excited about it all - but i really wouldn't feel like i was missing anything if we talked about something completely different. i don't think i'll be telling her about my religious views any time soon.
i'm finally caught up on livejournal and email, but that was accomplished only by saying 'screw it' and deleting 35 listmail digests. oh, well.
as i walked through the terminal, i wished i'd hugged chris harder. had something profound to say. something like that. i wished i'd hugged him hard enough that i could remember the feeling of pressure on my arms and back. ::sigh::
i came home and started unpacking. not much, but some. when i went to bed i remembered how much i love this futon mattress. mm, comfy. went to sleep when i heard my dad getting up, woke up at 2. yay for shower. boo for conditioner that smells like strawberry shortcake dolls.
i didn't go to church choir. i wouldn't mind so much right now, but i have a feeling that if i went this once, i would be forced /guilt tripped into going every single week. not only that but i'm still sick enough that i have no middle range. dad thought it was reasonable for me to stay home. now to see what mother thinks...
at some point mom's car will be fixed so that you can have the headlights and the cd player on at the same time. and at some point i'll be able to borrow the car for the day and go to jefferson. and at some point very soon i'm going to find out when fencing practices are and go, so i can stop sucking so much.
i wandered around for a while looking for food before i decided i wasn't really all that hungry, and headed to my gate.
i like seatac. i went from the entrance, down two escalators, through the security check around the corner, and across the hallway to the sideways elevator. i got out at my terminal, up an escalator, and there was my gate, right there. almost no walking at all. :)
i read all the way home. they fed us a yummy breadstick and a ham&artichoke tortilla wrap. it was surprisingly good, i guess because it's so simple.
got off the plane, met mother, got my stuff. she looks better, she's lost some weight. and she talked about her favorite subject, religion and spirituality. i don't blame her - she's in seminary and really excited about it all - but i really wouldn't feel like i was missing anything if we talked about something completely different. i don't think i'll be telling her about my religious views any time soon.
i'm finally caught up on livejournal and email, but that was accomplished only by saying 'screw it' and deleting 35 listmail digests. oh, well.
as i walked through the terminal, i wished i'd hugged chris harder. had something profound to say. something like that. i wished i'd hugged him hard enough that i could remember the feeling of pressure on my arms and back. ::sigh::
i came home and started unpacking. not much, but some. when i went to bed i remembered how much i love this futon mattress. mm, comfy. went to sleep when i heard my dad getting up, woke up at 2. yay for shower. boo for conditioner that smells like strawberry shortcake dolls.
i didn't go to church choir. i wouldn't mind so much right now, but i have a feeling that if i went this once, i would be forced /guilt tripped into going every single week. not only that but i'm still sick enough that i have no middle range. dad thought it was reasonable for me to stay home. now to see what mother thinks...
at some point mom's car will be fixed so that you can have the headlights and the cd player on at the same time. and at some point i'll be able to borrow the car for the day and go to jefferson. and at some point very soon i'm going to find out when fencing practices are and go, so i can stop sucking so much.
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May. 9th, 2001 11:13 pmi wish to go see if the denny's in town is still open, and if it's 24hrs or just till 1am. these are good things to know. also good to know is where the nearest ihop is. if i have energy, as i believe i will, i shall go exploring as soon as mom goes to bed.