July 25th, 2002

Trixie heroine addict blue

Ah, Paris, the City of Lights...

And also the city of no accomodations. Riiight, so i am trying to find a place to stay for 2 days near or in Paris, and yes, there are some hostels available, but i am so tired i can't distinguish between ratings of "superb" and of "dank, dirty, and disgusting" anymore. Or I just don't care to. Whatever, I give up for tonight. Anyway, not only that, but since Amanda didn't book our rail tickets while I was off dancing with grizzly bears and running from elk in Yellowstone, I don't know if we will be able to get the special cheap passes before we leave, as they must be mailed to us. Which also means I must get up at 8:30 tomorrow morning to call eurorail. Wheeee.
Not only that, but I have a feeling of forboding that I am going to be flat broke when I get back from this trip, which means i will have to WORK again...bleh.
Changing the subject completely, I will here include a snippet of conversation with a friend on IM:

"Delaney: My mom and dad went to the fair today and she said she saw a mama llama.
Steve: I am passionate about llamas!!
Delaney: I know, and I know how sad you get when they aren't passionate about you, Steve...."

Yeah, I thought that one was worth posting.
I called Steve "doll" again, and he nearly had a "Christ" heart attack...haha, i love harassing the Stevedore...I think maybe i am inherently evil. It's ok though, cause he called me "kid". Death to Steve.
Am now able to talk to friend Michelle since returning from wilderness, which cheers me greatly. Naturally, as soon as we begin our IM conversation, the age-old tradition of ridiculing a certain hairy aquaintance of ours begins:
"Michelle: he reminds me of chewbacca.
Delaney: except with more hair and less charm."
And that was only the beginning.
Yesterday, to amuse self, went to dinner and a movie with Justin. We went to Friday's, and I ordered a daiquiri, for which the waitress requested ID, which I gladly gave her, as I am now legally 21. She looked at it and said, "This is a duplicate so I can't take it." (B/c i had to get a picture ID after NJ sent my temporary (which looked like it was forged by a 4-year-old) to indiana even though i did not request it). So I give her my school ID, and then she comes back and is like, "i need one with your birthday on it, i'll be back." So of course she disappears for like, an hour, during which I decide I should make CERTAIN she doesn't have to come back again. When she finally returns, I hand her my license, my ID, my SS card, my tips training card, and my birth certificate (in handy card size, thank you District of Columbia). Needless to say, this time when she came back it was with my drink.
Go me.
Well, although this has been supremely unproductive and disjointed, which was, of course, my goal, i think it is now time that I retire to my nice fluffy soft bed and dream of how dad is going to wake me up tomorrow morning by kicking the foot of my bed and insisting that "8:30 isn't EARLY!!" Goodnight.
Trixie heroine addict blue

Oh the joys...

Oh, the fun that can be had while driving in New Jersey! Today I drove up to Woodbridge to meet Dee and Scott, and as I drove I quickly remembered the difference between driving in NJ and anywhere else: NJ drivers are insane. As I drove, I got to play all the familiar games of the road, such as:

1) Merging Madness, wherein everyone tries to get into one lane at the same time, even though the spot avaiable to drive in is only 1 car-length long, if that.
2) Toll Booth Tag, wherein people randomly cut through 4 lanes because they suddenly remember that, yes, they have the very convenient and also NJ-state-budget-draining technology of EZPass, which is naturally only usable if you go through the booth in Guam (opposite from whichever side of the Parkway you happen to be on).
3) Mall Parking Squeeze Competition, wherein we all try to fit our minivans into compact-tissue-box-sized car parking spaces, extra bonus points being given if we block others from exiting their cars.
4) Sudden Stop: this one is self-explanatory, and can be played at any random time, whenever the driver gets bored and wants to make sure whoever is driving behind them is awake.
5) Random Pull-Out, wherein a car lurking on the right side of the street notices that you are advancing at 50mph on its pullout, decides it's now or never, and pulls out RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU, causing you to have to swerve almost into the next lane.
Yes, I actually did make it home in one piece after having played every one of these carefree games, for which I get 50 bonus points added to my score. Not only that, but I sped past not 1, not 2, but 3 police cars and did not get stopped! This gives me another 60 points and puts me into contention for the finals (held at the Indy 500 racetrack).
Ok, so I get a little carried away. But really, when I am away from home I feel compelled to defend the state from slanderers, so when I AM at home I think I have the right to make fun. Especially when it is so easy.
On another note, I got new running shoes!!! Now my feet will no longer look icky and smell like the campfire I dried my sneakers in after hiking 3 miles through the snow and 5 through the mud. Yay!!! Also picked up the latest OLP cd, Gravity. Dashboard Confessional played at the AC yesterday, and Dee filled me in on all the gossip...but I am glad I worked in YNP even if it meant missing great concerts. Still, *sigh* wish I had seen DC. Although Dee said the sound was bad, so I guess I didn't miss that much.
We finally have everything booked for Europe, and I am so excited!!!! And on that note, I go to pack. Au revoir.