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well the travel plans have taken formation at an alarming rate since yesterday, but they are still extremely fetal and I resent abortion jokes I RESENT THEM -shakes fist- but anyway, the basic idea is thus:

Amtrak! equals satan! and yet I cannot get enough. at the moment it looks like I am visiting several of my dearest beloved friends in Tennessee and Connecticut, with the distinct possibility ((and probability)) of further mayhem in other states and time zones. California, maybe, even. all things depend on a lot of other things.

I am so excited I'm pretty much jizzing myself all day, every day. and-you're-not-in-vi-ted.

I feel really self-defeating, though, because in preparation for this supposedly minimalistic trip I went out and spent $100 on things that I OMFG 2tally need!

actually, most of the money was spent on film, cell phone minutes ((why in FUCKING GODLESS HELL do I have a cell phone? and a pay-as-you-go-ripoff-motherfucker cell phone at that?!)), annnnnndd.. tampons! whee. because you never know when you may have to jam.

so, do I quote Breakfast Club enough, or..?

oh yeah, I got this total poseur watch too. it alarms me when I find a watch or bracelet that actually fits my disturbingly tiny wrists, and my old watch did not, nor did it actually have numbers on its dial.. so I got this watch that like fucking Avril Lavigne would wear. it has all these completely unnecessary buckles like I'm actually trying to be hardcore or something and I keep looking at it and going bitch, please.. the thing is about 50% of my weight. it's fucking gigantic. the fact that it actually encloses my wrist without extreme floppage is illogical to say the least.

I'm so cool I spend hours writing about watches in various journals all across the internet. look how cool I am. just look.

-poke poke- so now that I've completely run out of uninteresting things to say, I'm going to abandon all hope of resurrecting my awesomeness and.. and.. sit on the couch and brood or something. whee.