Traveling is the most fucked up shit ever. Okay, so I really want to go to Portland from February 17th to 25th because most of my friends will be away for spring break and I figured it'd be awesome to a) travel by myself and b) meet all the Portland girls.

So first, I needed my passport to register for the trip. Fuck! I lost it. I spent days searching my room in vain... but positive thinking helped me find it! I swear. Anyway, so I finally found it, and it expired like TWO weeks ago. Fuck me! Anyway, it's going to take me at least a month to get a new one.

Shit cock, I'm not even joking, I was so stoked for this trip and now, even if I DO get to go eventually, I'll still be bored out of my skull over spring break. So lame. Yeah, if I'm traveling by land or sea (which I would've been - Amtrak is nice and cheap and it's only 8h travel) I can use my birth certificate, but guess what my genius self did? About two years ago I left it in my pocket when I washed my pants. I had misplaced my driver's license at the time. It is now shreds of paper. Apparently they'll reissue you one right away if you bring in the shreds of paper, but uh, I kind of threw them out. Two years ago.

So really. I mean I don't drop the ball very often anymore but I sure did this time. Fuckers. I'm going to bust my ass trying to get both a birth certificate and a passport in record time so I can still go, but we'll see how the cookie crumbles. I wish Montreal was train-able from here, but it'd take me a fucking week to get there, and flying is just too irresponsible AND too expensive.

I'm craving dosas. No kidding.

Here is a giant photo of my face. Gaze deep, deep into my pores.