| Current mood: |  excited |
| Current music: | rufus wainwright: "california" |
check in. relax. take a shower.
rock on. i am staying in a motel tomorrow night. in charlottesville. for like $60. and it's close enough to UVA that you can walk the distance. OK, so it might take half an hour, but i could do that in lieu of going to the gym. not too shabby. should be fun. strange that earlier in the week, all the motels seemed to be booked up because of the game, but while making reservations tonight, i actually had a choice: a suite with a queen-size bed and a fold-out couch, or a room with two double beds. i chose the former. i'm not entirely sure why, but it just seemed like the savvier selection.
my first big-boy road trip by myself. this is rather exciting. or at least it was rather exciting until i discussed the excitement with blake on IM. here's a snippet of the conversation.
me: i feel very adulty.
me: i will be traveling.
me: there will be a motel room.
blake: yeah.
blake: just like in psycho.
me: OK, stop.
now i'm just scared. but i'll end on an upbeat note. you should check out 
bastardpeople's blurty, partly because he's a really cool and funny guy, and partly because i've always wanted to look all official and shit by using the official linking code to another blurty user in my own blurty. and so i have. namaste.
