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Dec. 11th, 2010 02:29 amI am done with all of my finals! Like literally, just this second I emailed off my last remaining paper to my poetry professor. I know, I know, waiting to turn it in until I've already left the state is pushing it a bit, but at least it is over with. I have expressed many strongly held opinions on xenoglossia (which may just be my new favorite word), and all that is left to do is hope that I expressed them coherently, and didn't just write "FISH" 500 times in sleep-deprived delirium.
I am also not in California any longer! Today's trip was extraordinarily uneventful, at least by my standards, if you don't count me getting on the wrong train and ending up in San Bruno by mistake. I don't know what train schedule I was reading that made me think the bullet train would stop at my station. But that was more ludicrous than anything - it ended up being bizarrely circuitous, as I had to get off at San Bruno, get on the train going back the other direction to get to Millbrae, take the BART from Millbrae back to San Bruno, and then switch BARTs to go back in Millbrae's direction to get to the airport. I was feeling distinctly dizzy by the end.
But on the bright side, I ended up chatting the whole time I was waiting for the train with a very sweet, very cute college girl who had made the same mistake I did, so that was fun. And also on the bright side, taking a later BART meant that I got to see an unbelievably hot guy who looked like he fell out of a seinen manga, where he would be the jerkass anti-hero who helps the hero out for mysterious reasons and may or may not want to kill him. He definitely had the shaggy anti-hero hair. And he was wearing a black suit and a frock coat! I really enjoyed that train ride.
I don't really remember either of my flights, although I assume they happened since at some point I was wandering around the Phoenix airport and now I'm not there anymore. Loading up my ipod with BBC radio dramas was definitely a good idea - more attention-holding than music, less nausea-inducing than books - but it was really weird to wake up 3/4ths of the way through an episode of King Street Junior to Peter Davison arguing about piano-related vandalism. That is honestly the only coherent memory I have between San Francisco and Phoenix. But in any case I seem to have made it home in one piece, so yay for that.
Now if you'll excuse me, I AM GOING TO GO SLEEP FOR THE REST OF TIME.
I am also not in California any longer! Today's trip was extraordinarily uneventful, at least by my standards, if you don't count me getting on the wrong train and ending up in San Bruno by mistake. I don't know what train schedule I was reading that made me think the bullet train would stop at my station. But that was more ludicrous than anything - it ended up being bizarrely circuitous, as I had to get off at San Bruno, get on the train going back the other direction to get to Millbrae, take the BART from Millbrae back to San Bruno, and then switch BARTs to go back in Millbrae's direction to get to the airport. I was feeling distinctly dizzy by the end.
But on the bright side, I ended up chatting the whole time I was waiting for the train with a very sweet, very cute college girl who had made the same mistake I did, so that was fun. And also on the bright side, taking a later BART meant that I got to see an unbelievably hot guy who looked like he fell out of a seinen manga, where he would be the jerkass anti-hero who helps the hero out for mysterious reasons and may or may not want to kill him. He definitely had the shaggy anti-hero hair. And he was wearing a black suit and a frock coat! I really enjoyed that train ride.
I don't really remember either of my flights, although I assume they happened since at some point I was wandering around the Phoenix airport and now I'm not there anymore. Loading up my ipod with BBC radio dramas was definitely a good idea - more attention-holding than music, less nausea-inducing than books - but it was really weird to wake up 3/4ths of the way through an episode of King Street Junior to Peter Davison arguing about piano-related vandalism. That is honestly the only coherent memory I have between San Francisco and Phoenix. But in any case I seem to have made it home in one piece, so yay for that.
Now if you'll excuse me, I AM GOING TO GO SLEEP FOR THE REST OF TIME.