![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
May. 17th, 2008 09:42 pmI'm HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME! ^_^ Finally back in the right time zone! With my own bed! My own room! Actual food rather than the junk I buy in the 24-hour pizza place down the road!
...also, my arms hurt from carrying all my stuff. There's my backpack, which is a travel backpack and was stuffed to the brim with books and papers and electronic stuff; my purse, which weighs a good few pounds by itself; bag #1, which was just above the weight limit at 24kg; and bag #2 which was WAY over the weight limit at 31kg. And the violin case! (I don't play violin. It was a gift. Yes, I buy my friends violins as "I've been abroad" presents; I'm odd that way.) And there were way too many places where there was a "no trolley here" rule. Damn them all. I need more arms.
And the backpack and purse combo was so heavy that I couldn't lift my arms above a certain level the entire time I was carrying them because it would cut off the blood flow to my fingers. I do not recommend attempting to drag luggage with pins-and-needles in your fingers. The most annoying part, though, is that the weight of the luggage - which had been balanced beforehand, so I could carry one back on top of the other into the airport at London - had shifted in the flight, which meant that I could not longer do that. So I ended up dragging what was essentially a huge bag on the floor (no wheels - it was one of those huge cloth bags that look like body bags...) right next to the big more suitcase-looking piece of luggage. Pain. Much pain. I hate moving...
Oh, and I came home to the morbid discussion of "Did you hear about the triple homicide or rather the 3 decomposing bodies that they found in a house in our town? Yeah. Things haven't been this interesting since the serial rapist escaped from jail!" Ironically, I live in what is practically Pleasantville (with drugs), but yeah. Every so often, you get something like this...though of course everyone is always "OMG! That stuff NEVER happens here!", which it really doesn't.
I was amused by the fact that I knew more about it than my parents did, though. A testament to the effectiveness of our school's gossip circles - it reaches past school, and across oceans. You can never escape...
...also, my arms hurt from carrying all my stuff. There's my backpack, which is a travel backpack and was stuffed to the brim with books and papers and electronic stuff; my purse, which weighs a good few pounds by itself; bag #1, which was just above the weight limit at 24kg; and bag #2 which was WAY over the weight limit at 31kg. And the violin case! (I don't play violin. It was a gift. Yes, I buy my friends violins as "I've been abroad" presents; I'm odd that way.) And there were way too many places where there was a "no trolley here" rule. Damn them all. I need more arms.
And the backpack and purse combo was so heavy that I couldn't lift my arms above a certain level the entire time I was carrying them because it would cut off the blood flow to my fingers. I do not recommend attempting to drag luggage with pins-and-needles in your fingers. The most annoying part, though, is that the weight of the luggage - which had been balanced beforehand, so I could carry one back on top of the other into the airport at London - had shifted in the flight, which meant that I could not longer do that. So I ended up dragging what was essentially a huge bag on the floor (no wheels - it was one of those huge cloth bags that look like body bags...) right next to the big more suitcase-looking piece of luggage. Pain. Much pain. I hate moving...
Oh, and I came home to the morbid discussion of "Did you hear about the triple homicide or rather the 3 decomposing bodies that they found in a house in our town? Yeah. Things haven't been this interesting since the serial rapist escaped from jail!" Ironically, I live in what is practically Pleasantville (with drugs), but yeah. Every so often, you get something like this...though of course everyone is always "OMG! That stuff NEVER happens here!", which it really doesn't.
I was amused by the fact that I knew more about it than my parents did, though. A testament to the effectiveness of our school's gossip circles - it reaches past school, and across oceans. You can never escape...
