*ass janitor! muffin face! (the title is the best part of this entry.) 2001-10-16 2:12 p.m.*

so, yes, i am back from pennsylvania. jennifer connelly is making me feel all inspired to be all profound and thoughtful, but now that i'm actually starting an entry, it's not really seeming like it. i miss my old thoughtful entries from when i first started this "anonymous" diary.

i'm listening to bitch and animal right now and wishing ani were coming at the end of break rather than having already been here, because they're so cool, and i think they're the openers, and ani's cool. yes. i sound like this big bitch and animal fan. i just got this cd in pennsylvania and this is the first time i'm listening to it. but it's way cool, so far my favorite line being "i've got legs like a book... they spread... like fire."

yes, so i'm tired. we got up at 4 friggin 55 this morning, and i only slept for a little while on the plane, to wake up to a huge dizzy spell. i hadn't been able to eat at the pittsburgh airport because nothing took credit cards, and they didn't serve anything on the plain but a beverage. when i woke up i actually pressed the stewardess call button and asked for a salty snack and water. this has happened to me before and i know what it is that i need, but it weirds people out, because salty snacks are all dehydrating.

i feel weird complaining at all about flights, you know. like how can a flight really seem bad anymore.

but oh yeah, getting up at 4 friggin 55 in the morning does not make me happy or at my best. when i couldn't find anything to eat before the flight, i wound up crying and on the plane i had giggle fits that wouldn't stop even though they were annoying everyone and it hurt to laugh like that.

but yes, now that i've started at the end, i'll go to the beginning. on the flight there, i sat next to this woman who had just been to the cayman islands, and she had a horrible trip. "i should have just stayed home when i realized i'd forgotten my passport and my mom couldn't find it." all her friends abandoned her for this guy who sounded like an ass, and then airport security took her nail polish and comb even though "i have 10 syringes in this bag and i didn't have to show a medical excuse. i could kill people on this plane with those syringes. and i bet i could do some damage with these pens." i let her fume for awhile and then changed the subject to the book she was reading which was a cat mystery, so we talked about cats for awhile, and had a really good time. i hope her week improved.

my weekend was superintense. james' mom is indescribably weird. but it was really nice to spend time with james and get to know her mother since she's affected her life so much, and i mean, the house was pretty (if far too smoky for me to be that comfortable), and it was fall and i'm such a fall girl, and it actually wasn't as bad as i was afraid it would be, but now i am glad to be back.

this has no depth. i think it will stop. maybe i will be deeper over at my my live journal.

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