Spent a spontaneous night 'making party' at the lubeck apartment.



Ireland for Halloween? Booked.
My heart chitters away as if reunited with An Old Friend;
I suppose it has, in context.
The infrequent visitor Adrenaline.
Every time a new ticket is secured
The miracle of flight, speed, movement, taken
For granted by this generation,
Not taken but Consumed!
It gets me all twitterpated.
A new life, a new horizon, a new seductive culture
New boys, new girls, new taboos, new booze, new tattoos
New muse to ring, new blues to sing
A single place to choose.



And the process is just weird, I almost got up to check what name lies on my passport but I think I got it right.
And then it asked about my place of residence, I didn't mention my current home, but the home of my cousins, the place I last registered, thank god I remember it.
As for my billing address? That's still somewhere in Oregon. But is it the house we just sold, (did my parents tell my bank that that's the false address?) or is it my cute downtown apartment that hopefully no one sends mail to because my mom can't find the mail key for it?
Finally, everything has been recorded.
But it tells me to print all of the information before boarding the plane, lest i be turned away.
I don't have a proper computer, let alone printer.
Ahh well the luck of the Irish will keep me afloat, I'm sure.