I did have fun waking up at 3 a.m. to go to the airport, though...it was great. Just driving around that early, listening to classical music. I think if I ever get a car, it's sole purpose will simply be to drive around during the wee hours of the morning for no particular reason at all. I could see myself waking up at 1 a.m., dressing to the nines like I'm going to a big Hollywood movie premier, and going for a drive. No one would ever see me in this state unless I happened to invite them along for the ride (I'm sure most people would much rather be sleeping). It's notions like these that make me believe I should be in a nuthouse. But that would be no fun. You can't dress up like a classy Snooty Van Snoot socialite and go driving around at 1 a.m. in a nuthouse.
Speaking of doing strange things during the ungodly hours of the morning, I also wrote and mailed a letter to Raymond before I departed (I believe the envelope found it's way into the mailbox at exactly 3:15). During the last few days of school, Raymond and I had started speaking to eachother again. In an attempt to redeem myself for all my stupid past actions, I wrote to him explaining why I felt things turned out the way they did, and would he please forgive me. I'm sure when he reads it (as if the shock of just recieving the letter wouldn't be enough), he'll probably think I was drinking too much merlot, combined a mixture of Nyquill and Dayquill. But dammit, if this goes ignored, I'm going to have to bust a cap. =O
I'm also missing Gergely very much. I know his email is "colonoscopy bloopers" @yahoo.com, but is it all one word? Hyphenated, underscored? You let me know, Gergely. ; ) Comment! I have so much I'd like to tell you, like about how I'm going to New Orleans, the incredibly cute kitten living in this house (that we just got yesterday!), and about this book I'm reading called Chronicles of a Geisha that's really good. Szeretlek, my sunflower.