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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY.

OhmygoshhimBACK

This is soo exciting. I got my compy back and my TV and all the new stuff in my room and lotsa stuff. It's cool. the only problem is the DARN KEYBOARD CHANGE AGQIN ERRR

Anyways....

My flight was way fun. Food was disgusting.


There’s nothing better than lying in my bed typing. Such a comfy bed I LOVE IT. I’m sort of gorging myself with chapstick because the freakin plane is -40 degrees C and GAH.
On the plane I was sitting next to this Spanish girl named Pastora. TOGETHER, we kind of kept the whole plane from sleeping (even though it was a morning flight, silly people) and we shared candies and guy tips and she told me that she was going to her boyfriend’s house who lived in Ohio, and she was so nervous it was sort of funny. Quite fun, because she was eighteen and I was a head taller than her. It was cute because I had to help her with her declaration forms. It sounded somewhat like,

“No, you have to put your last name first. That’s what family name means.”

“You were on a farm? GREAT…don’t mark it.”

“Um… Yeah… you probably shouldn’t say if you are transporting food. Why not? Oh, just because they will probably take your luggage and kill it and they will make you wait forever.”

Her English was amazing though. She made barely any mistakes, and once in a while she had an American accent, and she talked quite fast, too. So that was sweet. It beats last years return flight. I had a man that was HUGE sitting next to me. I had the aisle seat (thank god) but he needed to get up every five seconds and once he tripped over something and spilled my apple juice :[

Bref.

My room is filled with the scent of perfume, candy, and soapy things. It smells just like when we walked in to Sefora almost everyday that I was with Clem on the Champs-Elysees. So… mostly… YAY!

Oh, I watched Blades Of Glory on the plane. It was the most pathetic and most uncomfortable movie I have ever seen.

I’M BACK, so you know the drill. Call me, text me, message/IM, WHATEVER me and we will hang, out. Defs. TOODLES

For now ;)




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haha five minutes later i think of 978923752 other things to say.

I'm leaving for NewYork on saturday and the fab megmeg and I might hang out with the statue of liberty. Why? CUZ WE ARE

my mommy bought me tons of stuff while I was gone which makes me happpyyyy. one thing was a blow up MATTRESSSSS for mee yay. she also bought me this really nice rug. the colors go well with my room. I GET TO FINALLY LIMEWIRE AGAIN im soo happy you can't imagine. the relief! maya and I ARE chilling (hehe) on friday. forshureee?