I've been continously getting sick, and, aha! Realisation. I can't have a single energy drink now without having an allergic attack. Caffeine is once again the enemy, and here I am, Addicted.
Whole first week's got me beat, but I'm feeling good, and so excited for everything to begin. I want to do everything. Unfortunately.
'Wet Hot American Summer' has got me beat as well. It's always a bit of a silly letdown when you realise your personal 'ism's aren't as original as you thought. One of my most famous Kristinisms: 'Yeah, well...' is actually from the scene in 'Wet Hot American Summer' where Paul Rudd's character takes a kid somewhere in the van, tells him they're going to a pizza party, and the kid goes 'I love pizza!' or something along those lines, and Paul Rudd says 'Yeah, well...' right before throwing him out of the van. HA. Not my original. Totally thought it was. Turns out, I get most things from Stella Comedy and those related to it. Muhhh.
Post Script: It was the worst birthday ever. Migraines'nMentalBreakdowns. But the following day: Jack 'n Coke, Strongbow, Sam Adams: My three favourites: They each occurred. Thing is, turning twenty-one doesn't have the same zest when you've lived in a foreign country for an extended period of time. Just...Publicly drinking with different people now. Hm. Not complaining.
Storm today? Well, lets see how that goes.
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