NINETEEN! No. SEVENTEEN!
17 weeks.
ARGGGGHHHH!
I have 17 weeks and a couple of hours until I fly off to Paris, I think that I am well justified in my screams. Mostly due to the fact that, granted I know I have a little over four months to plan everything, I have offically done nothing!
I have yet again, and for people who know me from this I am notorish for it, I have lost my suitcase again.
I came back from China something close to six months ago and from the day I got back I have yet to see where it went, I know I came back with it and that it’s in the house somewhere, it’s just the somewhere that bugs me.
ARGGGHH 17.
It’s perfectly fine, I just work sixty hour weeks now for a salary, DOWN WITH SALARIES! erm, and I have no time to do anything.
I wonder if I need visas for any of the countries.
I will now recount all the countries I am visiting in my two month trip to make people jealous:
Cities are more fun: Paris, London, Bordeaux, Pamplona, Barcelona, Monte Carlo, French Riviera, Florence, Rome, Vactican City, Sorrento, Corfu, Venice, Vienna, Munich, Swiss Alps, Heidelberg, Amsterdam.
MAHAHA.
Stawberry field forever, strawberry field forever.
I write this trying to ignore certain someones as they nag me about doing the dishes, that have kind of taken over the kitchen but how in the world can I think about doing the dishes when I am panicing, and writing this instead of actually doing something getting myself ready for this trip.
Logic was never a strong point, now where is my suitcase?
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