Lisa goes South

ahoy me maties, i've got a big fat frayed rope of loose ends that are slowly being dealt with: you can't quite moor a freighter with it, but i could definitely tow a car. of course there's only like 3 minutes left until i take that plane to el paso and meet st. abby (well, one day). provided the plane takes me. there may be a chan trip in the works from us west---at this point i've only been charged seven dollars to get from boston to texas. wish me luck. at least one loose end is taken care of with this blog. since i'll be paying for internet once i leave the states, i won't be on email as much. this will be an easy way to check up on me. make sure i'm not dead. find out the distance (in meters now, my pets) that my projectile diarrhea sprays. and how many people i hook up with in each country. the blog is cool 'cause you can reply to the entries, take a peek at what's going on at your leisure, blah blah blah. but feel free to email me anyway. we'll just have to see how loyal i end up being with this whole blog thing too. as far as what's up now, i've already managed to lose some possessions--my cds on the plane (recovered from jetblue, i guess i'll get them in guatemala) and my water bottle ( or should i say claire's water bottle) on the chinatown bus from nyc to boston. and that was in the first two days. looks like i'm in for a smooth, problem-free journey. so i face ever forward, head held high, suspiciously awaiting the troubles i'm about to get myself into. love you all, lisa