And before that...

I'm. So. Bored. I'm. So. Bored.

I'm.

quitebored.

I'm in delaware. I thought coming home for a week this year would be a good idea cause last year i didn't come home at all and I ended up crying pretty much the whole day, and didn't really recover for a few months, and so I was like "well if i come home for a WEEK this year then maybe i will never ever cry again right?" but i forgot that really, i don't have a car here and that my mom and dad are fine with me borrowing my mom's car as long as i don't drive "at night." Which is somewhat constricting. They are cute, but old. But old is cute. But I'm bored.

There's a show I want to be at in DC right now, a mistletones show, but I just didn't even bother to ask if i could borrow the car for that long the night before christmas eve, especially with all that dark scary Nighttime going on out there. But you know, i'd so much rather um be here, doing all this nothing. It's so super zen.

I had an adventure getting out here, wherein I arrived at LAX for my 6:30 am flight all nice and early at 4:30, got to the desk, and was politely informed that um actually my flight was from BURBANK, which is you know, about an hour and a half away from LAX in normal traffic. This was at 5:30 am. I'm gonna spare you the rest of the story cause it's long and was only interesting the day it happened, but the incredible and happy ending was that I caught my plane, did not end up waiting for a day on standby in Burbank and then another day waiting on standby in Dallas for my connecting flight, and all because I maintained a reasonably pleasant tone with airport workers, even ones who fucking LIED to me and STEERED ME WRONG and TRIED TO RUIN MY LIFE, and because I did not settle for that second, third, fourth, or fifth opinion as to whether or not i did indeed deserve to step onto the plane for which I had a ticket and which was sitting there, on the tarmac, with stairs leading up to it, with people still boarding. The moral of the story is: Keep asking until you find someone in a good mood. And when they please you, tell that person that you love them, and mean it.

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I am so bored that my brain seems to have completely shut down, rendering me incapable of even saying anything of interest when i know that interesting things have happened. i think i'll give up now. Maybe there's still a popsicle left in the fridge. Rationed properly, it may occupy me for a full 7 minutes.

There are like no drug dealers in wilmington. There need to be drug dealers. For occassions such as this. Drug dealers and illicit massage parlors staffed by mute male soccer players. There should also be a movie theatre showing the Royal Tenenbaums seeing as it's OUT NOW and all but hey, let's not get greedy. Santa's watching.