This morning while I was getting ready I was watching Sesame Street.
They were doing this bit where some clown was trying to wash his hands but kept washing his feet or his elbows and Elmo would go, “no mister noodle, your HANDS!” and all the tv kids would laugh.
Around the fourth or fifth time he couldn’t find his hands, I heard a grown man yell from somewhere else in the motel, “GODDAMMIT, MR. NOODLE.”
Finally got around to booking my flight to Europe for the month of August and I’m pretty stoked. I’ve been saving money since I started working and have been planning this for months. Used my flyer miles for first class :D, thus saving me money to use within the continent. The second half of my trip and my return date is still up for grabs though.
I still have some other itineraries to plan out for my trip, but I think the hardest part is over (choosing a starting point).
- everyone: are you okay
- everyone: you look tired
- everyone: you look upset
- everyone: you look confused
- everyone: are you mad at me
- everyone: what are you mad at
- me: IT'S MY FAAAAAAAAACE