4:32 p.m. - 2003-12-25
goodbye, strange country
I am going to go ahead and write the last diary entry in the United States and/or 2004.
I was watching some Buffy rerun, drooling at Spike, probably and thought to myself...soon, I will be in the land of hot accents.
Not that I am naive enough to let that be enough. I remember walking into my class, largely peopled by sad, mealy-mouthed honors college girls, hearing them talk about how the guys in London would be 'like, so much better.'
Those poor fools.
The packing is rather piling up, so I'll keep this brief. I'm leaving the old design, because I like to hold onto the look of Xmas now and again, and because I think there's something tragic and beautiful about the current design. Lex fucking rocks!
Anyway, I can hardly wait for the Berlin/Prague whirlwind with my wonderful friends Joaquin in Liana, who are so adorably into each other. I doubt this will be a problem, but I am capable of making myself scarce if the hint is strong enough.
I will write as near to the passing of a noteworthy event as I can.
Which 1990's Subculture Do You Belong To?
[Another Quiz by Kris @ couplandesque.net]
