Yesterday, we embarassingly held up signs made from the backs of envelopes and coloured with highlighters (well, do you pack posters and markers when you study abroad?) to welcome her at the train station. Fi and Heather could have killed me for the awkward humiliation I subjected them, but hey, I was undaunted. The chances of me running into someone I knew at the train station were far, far slimmer than theirs. Too bad we got there too late and were spotted first. But now, what with showing this girl around town, seriously underpreparing for my important exam, sleep, and quite possibly subjecting myself to a climb Saturday morning, despite still being out of shape and out of breath, I won't have a lot of time for you the next few days. Just a heads up. I know. I'm sorry, too. But I've got people to see. Like the Queen. Today, we will hang out at the Palace (the summer one) and I will present her the greatest birthday present ever, second only to lightening reaction- frozen peas.
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Too Sexy For Your Love
So I have about thirty stories I still haven't shared. And I would like to. Especially since this place has been seriously lacking in the anecdote department lately. But the thing is, this girl, is here for a visit:
Yesterday, we embarassingly held up signs made from the backs of envelopes and coloured with highlighters (well, do you pack posters and markers when you study abroad?) to welcome her at the train station. Fi and Heather could have killed me for the awkward humiliation I subjected them, but hey, I was undaunted. The chances of me running into someone I knew at the train station were far, far slimmer than theirs. Too bad we got there too late and were spotted first. But now, what with showing this girl around town, seriously underpreparing for my important exam, sleep, and quite possibly subjecting myself to a climb Saturday morning, despite still being out of shape and out of breath, I won't have a lot of time for you the next few days. Just a heads up. I know. I'm sorry, too. But I've got people to see. Like the Queen. Today, we will hang out at the Palace (the summer one) and I will present her the greatest birthday present ever, second only to lightening reaction- frozen peas.
Yesterday, we embarassingly held up signs made from the backs of envelopes and coloured with highlighters (well, do you pack posters and markers when you study abroad?) to welcome her at the train station. Fi and Heather could have killed me for the awkward humiliation I subjected them, but hey, I was undaunted. The chances of me running into someone I knew at the train station were far, far slimmer than theirs. Too bad we got there too late and were spotted first. But now, what with showing this girl around town, seriously underpreparing for my important exam, sleep, and quite possibly subjecting myself to a climb Saturday morning, despite still being out of shape and out of breath, I won't have a lot of time for you the next few days. Just a heads up. I know. I'm sorry, too. But I've got people to see. Like the Queen. Today, we will hang out at the Palace (the summer one) and I will present her the greatest birthday present ever, second only to lightening reaction- frozen peas.
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