four airplanes, one car, and 27 hours later, i found myself in holt, michigan late last night and still don't really know what to do with myself.

eleven days?

whoa. my brain isn't quite sure how to process that.

cette semaine me tue, mais après demain [!!], je suis en vacances. oui, finalement. ce weekend, je vais à londres, et la semaine prochaine, mes parents viennent. je ne peux pas attendre de les voir. nous allons en suisse pour noël (les alpes - je ne peux pas le croire), ils partent le 29, et puis je vais à paris jusqu'au 1 janvier ( Read more... )

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i seem to have a sign on my back that says "yes, please feel free to borrow anything of mine that happens to be remotely important, useful, or absolutely necessary. and no, please don't tell me who you are and for the love of god, PLEASE don't return any of it."

i saw two monks on my way to lunch yesterday, and one of them was wearing red converse ( Read more... )

whoa. here we go down this road again.

i spent the past five days in barcelona, gawking in disbelief. i sat with my feet touching the mediterranean sea, eyes searching, and not feeling the slightest desire to move ( Read more... )

today is absolutely incredible ( Read more... )

so, fuck.
[to say the least, without going on a very explosive rant characterized by horrifyingly violent imagery and more expletives].

in other news: france is nice. maybe i'll stay here. there's room on my floor for any of you who wish to flee and keep me company.