1.55pm

Well. She's gone. Sarah is now in the Big Apple, eating lots of greasy American food, shopping her little butt off in the never-ending chain of over-sized department stores that seem to appear on every corner in the US, and meeting her future stepmother's parents...

On Wednesday morning, after staying up until 2am chatting to Sar while she frantically packed her bag at the last minute, I woke up at the crack of dawn after being unable to sleep and proceeded to get ready to go to the airport with Glenny.

I am never catching the train at 7:30am again! No matter what future urgency or commitment arises, I'm telling you I'm never catching that train. Nothing can convince me to repeat the experience of having to stand on an hour long journey in a cramped space with numerous other commoners presumably heading off for a day of slavery. It's just way too early for so much activity to take place. I'm quite happy to start my day no earlier than 10am, thanks.

Anyhow, we got to the airport and looked around for Sar. She found us sitting on some seats which Glenny thought were 'reserved' for special people. But as we all know, they don't come any more special than the supergrrls, so clearly they were meant for us!

Sarah is exactly as I knew she would be. It's funny because when I've met people from the internet in the past, they are usually never like what I expected them to be. But with Sarah she was just the Sarah that I know. Maybe I know her too well?

Much to my despair, we didn't get to spend as long a time as I hoped with Sar, cause she had to check into customs and do all sorts of other holiday-related things. So we didn't have that much time to chat and stuff, but for 30 or so minutes we hung about and giggled and talked about... hmm actually I can't even remember. But we got some huggily photos of all three of us! Oh, and I totally forgot about playing streetmate with Glenny... next time boy, watch out :P

I let Sarah go without any attempted kidnapping episodes, because I was scared of her Dad. But I did sulk a *little* bit and followed her to the terminal until she disappeared.

Since she left, I've realised how FUCKING BORING the internet is. What in the world ever attracted me to this tedious distraction? It's just not worth it without my favourite friends to chat to. And as for IRC... pfft.

Ohhh Sar... How you've gone and left me stranded in a world full of net freaks and OSNAGS* and way too many Easter eggs for one person. I'm counting the days dude. Oh well. We'll always have Dakota*.

I miss SARAH! I miss VIC! And as of Saturday I will miss KATE! But at least she can come online at Nicky's house. And all is not lost because I see the vicstar on Monday, yay.

* Over-Sensitive New Age Guys. A trademark supergrrls term. But we'll let you use it cause we love you.

* None of your business, you silly little goose.

Am I now going to write an expected cliche entry on the selective troubles of packing for a holiday?

Yes, of course!

I've been warned that there is limited room for our combined luggage and so I will have to choose carefully, practically, and smartly. This is an impossible task! How will I know what the weather will be like for a whole week? And there is no telling what I'll get up to during that time. I have to prepare for everything! That's why I believe I'm fully justified in taking 3 skirts (assorted lengths), 6 pairs of pants (assorted colours and styles for all occasions), 12 shirts (including 4 band shirts, 6 singlets, and 2 dressy tops), 2 pairs of swimmers, 2 pairs of board shorts, 3 sarongs (assorted colours AND lengths), 2 hats, 2 cardigans and 1 jacket. Sure, I won't get around to wearing half this stuff, but the question is; WHICH HALF!? See! You just can't know. I'm going to plead this case to my mother on Sunday night and I hope I win.

Packing underwear is a whole other issue! You need a whole variety. First you have your hipsters, your high cuts, your blacks, your whites, your 2 piece sets, your invisibles, and of course your G-strings! Trust me, they all have their own purpose.

xxx