well, in a few days i shall be leaving. About two and half hours on a plane at 3 in the morning with my parents who refuse to check their bags and my dog, sedated and crammed under the seat in a bag half his size. yes, it sounds inhumane, and im sure that it is, the point is that we mean well. It will be alright, i cant wait to get out of this godforsaken town. i am just upset that i will miss things and have to go straight back to fucking school when i get back. those twenty days will go by like seconds. I have this fantasy of meeting some perfect man in rockland maine who is an unshaven die hard sonic youth fan, who i would have some whirlwind romance with. somehow these fantasies never pull through. maybe because rockland's major claim to fame is the annual lobster festival. they really know how to have a good time up there in Maine.
perhaps if i am near a computer i will update this here website with tales of my wild adventures. but i will probably forget.

by the way...this blog has been going on for a year now.

even though ive been skimping lately...the point is...
a year!

A revoir les enfants!