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god bless you, priceline.
On 2001-12-30 at 3:44 p.m.... Oh, go on then. I'm in a stupid airport, throttling the life out of the two hours until I entrust my life to a set of jet engines and a man in a snazzy blue cap. I'm an exceptionally nervous flyer, but I hide it behind a carefully-constructed veneer of sleep. This keybord is terrible, so I'll just say that Seattle is excellent, and I'm deeply in love with Mount Ranier, because we both know what it's like to be taller than everyone else. All the US timezones in two days. Rock on, me. Oh, apart from Hawaii. Man, I've been up since 5.30. It wouldn't be quite so terrible if I didn't have to meet the parents, who are undoubtedly excellent, but I'm really in no fit state. Oh, well. And! Who wants to pay my tuition for next semester? Because it certainly won't be me. I hate student loans, avec un passion. But, I'm looking forward to school immensely. Halfway through already; I never would have thunk. Okay, I'm going to have plane-based fun. 'Til later on.
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