Heathrow

i'm in heathrow right now in the lounge .i have 1 hour ish to kill and i'm bored and shittt. my mom ditched me to go shopping (sigh) and so i'm alone in the lounge with a belly that is filled with three plates of rice (i'm asian, get over it), one plate of fried noodles (i'm still asian), three portions of green curry and one bowl of soup. YUMYUMINMYTUM. it was goooooooooooood. 

i got here at about 615 with like 3 and a half hours to kill murder horrendously and went straight to VAT. i think my mom was the person with the most receipts to claim tax for. we had to wait in line for about 45 minutes and then we got to the counter. as i was READING LIKE A NERD in the line, i still read while my mom got her tax stuff done. then we went to check in and i had to write like 834758927432890 tags to stick on our new nespresso machines and whatnot. i felt like some kind of customs officer..... then we dashed off to immigration and screening checks and all that. then we came to the lounge with like 2 hours to kill.

so i ate and ate and ate because i only had this mcdonalds sweet chili and crispy chicken wrap. it was good. but i ate that at like 2 and i didn't eat for 5 hours after (til now). accomplishment. hmm, i miss my house. lol, i actually want to get home. and see my cousin who i joke around with and USED TO despise. harshly. i used to kick her in the shin and make her cry although i was ten years younger than her and still am. MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA.

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