well since we have last communicated via blog i have returned from germany in once piece, no thanks to those bastards at air france. monday before im supposed to go transatlantic on an air france flight in an airbus 330 from paris a transatlantic air france flight in an airbus 330 going to paris went down, as im sure you all know. so how good did i feel about my flight? well i was convinced we were gonna die somewhere around greenland. i was neurotic the whole damn flight!!! i was planning on watching movies in my personal in seat tv, like i did on the flight over, to calm myself, but alas, no personal in seat tvs for me. bastards. so i strain my neck looking at the 4inch by 4 inch tv in the ceiling. also i had an issue with the movies- the first two were last chance harvey and yes man. no problem with those. then they whip out marley and me. AWW HELL NAW!!!! i know exactly what that movie is about and i have attempted to read the book twice but i have to stop 2/3s of the way through because i know whats coming. seeing and actual dog on screen and knowing whats about to happen would not bode well for me. i had absolutely zero intention of watching this movie. it became a non issue however because after i had some semi-good pasta for the hot meal of the trip i was convinced that i was having an allergic reaction so three benedryl later its night night charlie. oh and fun fact- definitely wasnt having a reaction im just a paranoid retard. 34 points for me.
so since my arrival in atlanta i have been hanging out with all the high school buddies and neighborhood pals. i have been to the pool, eaten at every damn restaurant in this town, been to the aquarium to look at the majestic whale sharks and creepy ass jellyfish, which stacy finds fascinating, and i have generally just been a bum for ten days. amazing. oh yeah, AND I GOT A TATTOO!!!!!!! i have been wanting one for like a year and a half and after ping ponging between many ideas i finally settled on a compass. i enjoy sailing and i am kinda going on this expedition "to find myself," as tristan so eloquently says, for the next year and any and all expeditions need a compass.. duh.
so there it is, on top of my foot. i know it looks like an ankle due to the hair but i just have hobbit feet. no worries.tomorrow i leave for the caribbean to hang out with some sweet teenagers and impart my knowledge and wisdom to them aka tell them to go ask someone else whenever they have a question that i dont know the answer to, which is roughly 90% of them. dont worry about it. im a G.
it took me a really long time to figure out how the hell that was a picture of your foot, even though i know exactly where your tattoo is.. oh well at least i didn't put ketchup in my coffee this morning.
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