The middle of Michigan is really as ugly as I remembered.
If you guess that the techno-geek sitting next to you on the plane (after fidgeting first with his MP3 player, PDA-slash-cell-phone, WIRED magazine, and freaked out watch thing that you've no guess to its function) will pull out his laptop and start watching "The Matrix", you are right.
It's very difficult to focus on watching "Oh brother where art thou" on your laptop when "The Matrix" is going on right next to you.
Just when you think you can't catch the people from your university up on the last 1 1/2 years of your life any more, you will have coffee with someone who you haven't seen in 5 years.
Just when you think your shit is freaked out enough by seeing someone from 5 years ago, you will, of course, run into your very first boyfriend from junior high school. At the airport. Your reaction? Something along the lines of, "oh for fuck's sake".
(it's so wonderful to be back. the boy is getting me indian food and mango lemonade for dinner. i slept all day on the couch, only waking up about once an hour to catch the 'reveal' moment on each episode of the Trading Spaces marathon.)
