So here we go, or actually i was supposed to go. I packed my bags, really slowly, did some last work, really slowly, checked my flights on the internet, really slowly. Everything was just chill, until the moment i had to go to the airport. My parents where going to drop me off and my good friend Lucy would say goodbye. At the end i ended up drinking coffee and talking for hours with Lucy. MY FLIGHT WAS CANCELLED. The whole day it looked like everything was okay, but at the end it got cancelled. I was kinda pissed off.
They've got this myth going on, it's about this little dutch guy who put his finger in the dike, as it was leaking. I wish they had this guy in Island who would have put his dick into some kind of volcano, that would be a better story.
Plan B: my dad and i will drive to Paris this night at 4 o clock to get the plane from Paris till Boston. Let's hope for the best.
Je zal toch om 10.00 uur op CDG in Parijs zijn, 3,5 uur in de "franse" rij staan en nodig moeten pi... maar niet uit de rij kan.
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succes,
Japio