i woke up a little late yesterday, I was supposed to meet ambryn, andy and bethany at the Perkins on 494 & France Ave at 7.30am for breakfast before bethany and ambryn leave for a year on their LVC trips. Mum wakes me at 7.10, "are you not supposed to be meeting your friends at Perkins?" FY FAN! JAEVLA SKIT!

i spring up and adam, out of bed, put on shirt, squeeze into pants (the phenomena known as 'morningwood' was a problem), and before you can interject, "you didn't wash your hair?" i was out the door on phone en route to perkins. i drove 100mph from st. peter until that damn 55mph zone just outside of shakopee. then i hit rush hour morning traffic on 169 thinking 494 would be worse. but 494 was actually better, amazingly enough. i get to perkins and they're just about to leave. andy, his boyfriend ben and i drive the girls to the airport. there were laughs, hugs, tears, etc. andy drops ben off at ben's house and then andy and i go watch "the haunting" at andy's place (his choice, not mine... what a stupid, boring film... shame on you, mr. du bont. shame on you lili taylor, shame on you ms. zeta-jones and multiple shames for you mr. [swede] stellan skarsgaard. owen wilson... we'd only expect this of you, you're forgiven.)

anyway, andy and i then go to "camp" at the uptown and then to cheapo, looking for the soundtrack. instead i purchase damien rice's "o" for 5 dollars.

i hit horrible rush hour traffic on the way home, strange... traffic is never that bad in mpls/st. paul area and yester i hit two fits of it. simply dreadful.

came home, relaxed, storm brewed outside. i went onto the front stoop and began pre-emptively missing minnesota things again... the violent weather, the humid but cool air that precedes a lowpressure front's thunderstorm. i engaged in imaginery conversation with california, we oooed and aahed at the brilliantly defined bolts of lightning as they cut and screamed their way across the dark sky. i smoked a cigarette that i shouldn't've been having (mum has purchased the idiot's guide to quitting smoking as a gift for me, i'm returning it tomorrow for the money, which i'll probably use to buy more cigarettes. i'll do the smoke away program (as seen on infomercials and attested to by a friend) after school ends in december or before (shall we call it?) "gradschool hunting" in and around bay area). i break out a bottle of wine and the digital camera...

um, we'll leave it at that.