Crazy schemes
I have a new crazy scheme. Crazier than Oxford, crazier than staying here, crazier than moving to London even. Crazier than going home. Its Siberia.
Okay, so that's a lie, its not SIBERIA per se. Its the railway that runs through it. Oh I know, I've had my eyes on Russia and Eastern Europe in general for a while now, but now it's becoming obsessive. Like super-obsessive. I really really want to go. Really. Kind of insane how those sorts of ideas just jump out of nowhere, but here I am with time on my hands so I stumble onto random journals of obnoxious American tourists who spend too much time talking about women and being obnoxious to the point where I can't read their journals anymore and not enough time being interesting.
Yes maybe I do come up with a few too many crazy schemes, but I like to have options.
Speaking of options, it seems that when it rains it pours around here. Inundated with options for tonight, I picked one, which has now bailed, leaving my other ships sailing off into the distance and me with no drinking buddy for the evening. This is upsetting 1) Because I had a long/draining day and wanted to chill with a buddy and a beer 2) Because even though this time he really can't help it, he tends towards bailing 3) Because I generally hate bailers for whatever reason, and now feel guilty about this because he can't help it and finally 4) Because it is too cold to go for a walk. The last one is just thrown in for good measure, but really, in situations like these I go for walks, and 'Feels Like -28' is not my idea of walking weather.
Maybe I should be rethinking Siberia in winter.
Okay, so that's a lie, its not SIBERIA per se. Its the railway that runs through it. Oh I know, I've had my eyes on Russia and Eastern Europe in general for a while now, but now it's becoming obsessive. Like super-obsessive. I really really want to go. Really. Kind of insane how those sorts of ideas just jump out of nowhere, but here I am with time on my hands so I stumble onto random journals of obnoxious American tourists who spend too much time talking about women and being obnoxious to the point where I can't read their journals anymore and not enough time being interesting.
Yes maybe I do come up with a few too many crazy schemes, but I like to have options.
Speaking of options, it seems that when it rains it pours around here. Inundated with options for tonight, I picked one, which has now bailed, leaving my other ships sailing off into the distance and me with no drinking buddy for the evening. This is upsetting 1) Because I had a long/draining day and wanted to chill with a buddy and a beer 2) Because even though this time he really can't help it, he tends towards bailing 3) Because I generally hate bailers for whatever reason, and now feel guilty about this because he can't help it and finally 4) Because it is too cold to go for a walk. The last one is just thrown in for good measure, but really, in situations like these I go for walks, and 'Feels Like -28' is not my idea of walking weather.
Maybe I should be rethinking Siberia in winter.
posted by Care @ 12:24 a.m.
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