DUN DUN DUN!
The moment you've all been waiting for....
SCOTT'S ALASKA JOURNAL!.... version 1.0
So, the past few days have been filled with tearful "see ya' later"s and more drinking than my liver would care to admit. However, I am safe and sound back in the land of the midnight sun... which is an apt name as it is currently 9:00 pm (21:00 to you British folk,) and it's about as bright as 5:00 pm (17:00 to you limey bastards
) back in L.A.
Well. To recap.. I sold me ship. She was a fine vessel... capable of 60 knots to the windward side... arr. :arr:
To you non-pirates, I sold my car... well.. not so much "sold" as "got ass-raped by greedy junkyard assholes." ... and how much did they give me for said car??????
50 GODDAMN DOLLARS!!!!
sorry JJ... I should have just up and sold it to you for the 20 you offered me.... but they were right there, and it was 1 hour before my plane took off.
Upon stepping through the security checkpoint, I was quickly assessed as being a threat to national security, as they confiscated my lighter... later I found out that everone's lighter had been confiscated, meaning the airport smoking lounge had quickly devolved into a "Quest for Fire" situation... plenty of crazy looking people running around aimlessly asking anything in sight if they had one of the sacred mini-torches that were being allowed through the gateway of the damned. I ganked 3 matches off a guy and held onto them like a loose door from the Titanic.
The flight was uneventful... mostly because I ordered a Jack and Coke as soon as possible and fell asleep for the majority of the ride.
I landed safely... truth be told it was one of the smoothest landings I've ever had coming into Anchorage. Usually the wind whips the plane around like a rag-doll until about 100 feet or so. This was one of the first times I've been on board when someone didn't freak out on me, proclaiming that we were going to crash and perish in a ball of flaming gas and body parts... I was kinda' dissapointed really.
My brother picked me up at the baggage claim area, and we quickly sped away into the night.. only to wind up at our usual all-night cafe, Village Inn... having already had breakfast with JJ_R0x0rZ the morning before, I ordered coffee... and a Denver omlette... I can't get enough breakfast food... MY SECRET'S OUT! NOOOOO! BIRD-MAN AWAY!
So now I'm hanging out at my mom's place... drinking her booze, and smoking indoors for the first time in 6 months. Checking my email, only to find that my interview for the teaching job has been pushed back to Wednesday at 7:00 pm (I'm tired of translating... you brits are on your own.)
SO... that is what it happening with me...
I hope you're all doing awesomely awesome.
I send much love to you all.
Love, Peace, and Chicken Grease bitches.
The moment you've all been waiting for....
SCOTT'S ALASKA JOURNAL!.... version 1.0
So, the past few days have been filled with tearful "see ya' later"s and more drinking than my liver would care to admit. However, I am safe and sound back in the land of the midnight sun... which is an apt name as it is currently 9:00 pm (21:00 to you British folk,) and it's about as bright as 5:00 pm (17:00 to you limey bastards
) back in L.A.
Well. To recap.. I sold me ship. She was a fine vessel... capable of 60 knots to the windward side... arr. :arr:
To you non-pirates, I sold my car... well.. not so much "sold" as "got ass-raped by greedy junkyard assholes." ... and how much did they give me for said car??????
50 GODDAMN DOLLARS!!!!
sorry JJ... I should have just up and sold it to you for the 20 you offered me.... but they were right there, and it was 1 hour before my plane took off.
Upon stepping through the security checkpoint, I was quickly assessed as being a threat to national security, as they confiscated my lighter... later I found out that everone's lighter had been confiscated, meaning the airport smoking lounge had quickly devolved into a "Quest for Fire" situation... plenty of crazy looking people running around aimlessly asking anything in sight if they had one of the sacred mini-torches that were being allowed through the gateway of the damned. I ganked 3 matches off a guy and held onto them like a loose door from the Titanic.
The flight was uneventful... mostly because I ordered a Jack and Coke as soon as possible and fell asleep for the majority of the ride.
I landed safely... truth be told it was one of the smoothest landings I've ever had coming into Anchorage. Usually the wind whips the plane around like a rag-doll until about 100 feet or so. This was one of the first times I've been on board when someone didn't freak out on me, proclaiming that we were going to crash and perish in a ball of flaming gas and body parts... I was kinda' dissapointed really.
My brother picked me up at the baggage claim area, and we quickly sped away into the night.. only to wind up at our usual all-night cafe, Village Inn... having already had breakfast with JJ_R0x0rZ the morning before, I ordered coffee... and a Denver omlette... I can't get enough breakfast food... MY SECRET'S OUT! NOOOOO! BIRD-MAN AWAY!
So now I'm hanging out at my mom's place... drinking her booze, and smoking indoors for the first time in 6 months. Checking my email, only to find that my interview for the teaching job has been pushed back to Wednesday at 7:00 pm (I'm tired of translating... you brits are on your own.)
SO... that is what it happening with me...
I hope you're all doing awesomely awesome.
I send much love to you all.
Love, Peace, and Chicken Grease bitches.
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I have you know that I'm a Scottish gobshite and f'n proud of it, you yankee terrorist swine!
To be honest, I have no idea what the problem with her family is. I've only met the girl twice in passing and yelled at her once to let Kenny back into the house so we could finish the poker game. However, when Kenny (who is a legend) left the island to get a job down south, the girl said she was pregnant in an attempt to bring him back. A total lie. I forsee that relationship touching 8.0 on the Fatal Attraction scale.
Watch what I do here -- 19.00. I pressed five keys on the keyboard and boom, translated easy. Are you that prejudiced against us gobshite that you won't press 5 keys on the keyboard. SAY IT AIN'T SO!!!!
edit because your XENOPHOBIA distracted me... almost
Feeling in a rotten bastardish mood, I recommended my mate to screen Ichi the Killer for his friends who happen to be girls at their movie night. I fully expect the night to come to a crashing and upsetting halt. I'm such a devious shit I'm surprised I'm not a super criminal yet
[Edited on Jun 12, 2005 12:54PM]