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*grin* Thrift stores are my friends. 5-cent music books and 5-dollar scanners. w00t. Also got some black jeans and a pair of boots that add 2 or 3 inches to my height.

Also, the Sisters of Mercy ownz0r my soul. It's official.

Gotta leave for the airport in half an hour. Argh, travel today is a nightmare. Catching a 7:10 flight that gets to Albany just after the last shuttle to Simon's Rock leaves, but I have to be there early because if someone on an earlier flight doesn't show up I get their seat. Me = frazzled, and I haven't even packed yet.

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*grin* Thrift stores are my friends. 5-cent music books and 5-dollar scanners. w00t. Also got some black jeans and a pair of boots that add 2 or 3 inches to my height.

Also, the Sisters of Mercy ownz0r my soul. It's official.

Gotta leave for the airport in half an hour. Argh, travel today is a nightmare. Catching a 7:10 flight that gets to Albany just after the last shuttle to Simon's Rock leaves, but I have to be there early because if someone on an earlier flight doesn't show up I get their seat. Me = frazzled, and I haven't even packed yet.

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Do I just have a big neon sign over my head that says "I AM A POTENTIAL TERRORIST. SEARCH ME" or what? I get to the airport; everyone else checks their bags without a hitch, but I get dragged over to security and they keep my boarding pass until my fucking CHECKED BAGGAGE has been searched and deemed safe to travel. I get to the security checkpoint, comply with all directions, don't set off a single metal detector... and get pulled aside, interrogated, gone over with the wand, patted down, and all the while some lady is pawing through my bags. I was half-expecting a security guard to grab me when I got to the terminal and fucking strip-search me.

I so should have taken the train.

Yep. And now I'm back, and I have way too much homework that I'm currently trying not to think about. Adoption of the Uberman Sleep Schedule commences in one hour and twenty minutes, because I'm going to need all the extra wake time I can get.

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Do I just have a big neon sign over my head that says "I AM A POTENTIAL TERRORIST. SEARCH ME" or what? I get to the airport; everyone else checks their bags without a hitch, but I get dragged over to security and they keep my boarding pass until my fucking CHECKED BAGGAGE has been searched and deemed safe to travel. I get to the security checkpoint, comply with all directions, don't set off a single metal detector... and get pulled aside, interrogated, gone over with the wand, patted down, and all the while some lady is pawing through my bags. I was half-expecting a security guard to grab me when I got to the terminal and fucking strip-search me.

I so should have taken the train.

Yep. And now I'm back, and I have way too much homework that I'm currently trying not to think about. Adoption of the Uberman Sleep Schedule commences in one hour and twenty minutes, because I'm going to need all the extra wake time I can get.