Friday, December 28, 2007
the trip home...
I can’t believe how smoothly my flight home was this year; it was by far the best transatlantic trip I have ever had (especially considering my lost passport in Heathrow last August)! Being my mother’s daughter, I made it Casablanca airport with plenty of time to spare, so had no un-necessary stress early on Thursday morning. Then, my friend Trent changed his seat to sit next to me, so that was fun to have someone to talk with and complain about the skimpy snacks and non-ergonomically designed chairs. After sleeping with my head on his shoulder, we awoke starving, so managed to steal some pretzels and several half bottles of wine, which made the rest of the flight much more fun.
Once at JFK I was having heart palpitations about making my next connection. Luckily, I cut in the customs line, sped through the exit, ran onto to the inter-terminal train just as it was about to depart, arrived at the Northwest check-in counter to find absolutely no line and, after taking off my shoes and belt for security, found myself calmly waiting with the rest of the passengers headed for Michigan. After changing planes in Detroit, I found myself once again in the familiar Grand Rapids B terminal, only twenty minutes late, almost 20 hours after departing my apartment in Rabat.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
How my friend Trent and I met...
According to Trent:
I was a desperately poor servant boy and I fell into true love with my beautiful charge. I left to find my fortune but my ship was taken by the dread pirate Roberts, (who as we all know does not take prisoners). I came back to find my love engaged to the dickhead prince who had her kidnapped by three mercenaries in order to start a land war. I caught their ship and had to fight the excellent Spanish swordsman, then fist fight 'Andre the Giant' then outwit the Sicilian midget with poison. I saved her life but she did not recognize her true love. In the end I was killed by the merciless six fingered man but not fully and my friends visited 'Miracle Max' or as his friends call him 'the notorious Billy Crystal'. Did it work out in the end? I don't know 'The Princess Bride' fairy tale isn't finished...
According to me:
The fairest of fairies in the land of spices, known as the Princess of Peaches and Cream, was no longer content to sit upon her cinnamon throne, munching on chebekia and couscous. So one night, under the guise of an exotic pole dancer, she escaped with a caravan of gypsies into the hills of saffron and thyme. Together the troupe traveled the world, sometimes by camel, sometimes by mobilette, sometimes by schooner, wherever the wind blew them. Until one day, an evil sea dragon came and swallowed the gypsy's boat, sails and all. The band of gypsies cried out in despair from the dragons belly, but seeing that this did nothing more than upset the dragon's lunch, the princess decided to climb the main mast, scale the massive teeth and tickle the sinus cavity of the sea dragon. With a big sneeze, out she blew, into an orchard of cheery trees. There, lounging in the shade was a handsome man eating a bread bowl of pumpkin soup. He looked up and, enchanted by her sweetness, offered to share his soup. Thus started their fabulous and sometimes pole dancing friendship.
I was a desperately poor servant boy and I fell into true love with my beautiful charge. I left to find my fortune but my ship was taken by the dread pirate Roberts, (who as we all know does not take prisoners). I came back to find my love engaged to the dickhead prince who had her kidnapped by three mercenaries in order to start a land war. I caught their ship and had to fight the excellent Spanish swordsman, then fist fight 'Andre the Giant' then outwit the Sicilian midget with poison. I saved her life but she did not recognize her true love. In the end I was killed by the merciless six fingered man but not fully and my friends visited 'Miracle Max' or as his friends call him 'the notorious Billy Crystal'. Did it work out in the end? I don't know 'The Princess Bride' fairy tale isn't finished...
According to me:
The fairest of fairies in the land of spices, known as the Princess of Peaches and Cream, was no longer content to sit upon her cinnamon throne, munching on chebekia and couscous. So one night, under the guise of an exotic pole dancer, she escaped with a caravan of gypsies into the hills of saffron and thyme. Together the troupe traveled the world, sometimes by camel, sometimes by mobilette, sometimes by schooner, wherever the wind blew them. Until one day, an evil sea dragon came and swallowed the gypsy's boat, sails and all. The band of gypsies cried out in despair from the dragons belly, but seeing that this did nothing more than upset the dragon's lunch, the princess decided to climb the main mast, scale the massive teeth and tickle the sinus cavity of the sea dragon. With a big sneeze, out she blew, into an orchard of cheery trees. There, lounging in the shade was a handsome man eating a bread bowl of pumpkin soup. He looked up and, enchanted by her sweetness, offered to share his soup. Thus started their fabulous and sometimes pole dancing friendship.
Reality TV
In light of the recent writer's guild strike, I have decided to create my own television series.
It's called "Just Shoot Me."
It will be the story of one girl, living in an apartment with four other girls.
All between the ages of 23 and 27.
Some eat fried tomatos and cheese for breakfast, some prefer a simple cup of joe.
Showers can last between 2 and 25 minutes.
Dirty dishes somehow never get clean.
The living room doubles as a hotel, open to any and all who wish to adorn the sofas and clutter the corners.
Laptops have no particular owner and are free property to use and/ or abuse.
Some like the house quiet, some like it loud, some don't leave their rooms enough to notice the difference.
Thus, the story of one girl becomes that of five and how they manage to survive the complicated milieu in which sometimes they think, "Just Shoot Me."
It's called "Just Shoot Me."
It will be the story of one girl, living in an apartment with four other girls.
All between the ages of 23 and 27.
Some eat fried tomatos and cheese for breakfast, some prefer a simple cup of joe.
Showers can last between 2 and 25 minutes.
Dirty dishes somehow never get clean.
The living room doubles as a hotel, open to any and all who wish to adorn the sofas and clutter the corners.
Laptops have no particular owner and are free property to use and/ or abuse.
Some like the house quiet, some like it loud, some don't leave their rooms enough to notice the difference.
Thus, the story of one girl becomes that of five and how they manage to survive the complicated milieu in which sometimes they think, "Just Shoot Me."
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