maybe this was the roundup?

wasn't quite ready to go back to civilization yet
icky pavement out in full force as always, now with extra glass shard action!
(pay me i want to write a book about garbage; one of those a cultural history thingies.
there are a couple but i was thinking a little bit of everything; some science, some anthropology. as little environmentalism and anticonsumerism as possible. in awe of what we've done? the rest should be obvious anyway. or not. kinda thing.) i could swear it was trying to and icky yucky yuck what did you expect
no i'm not using your onion flavored covered walkway

(and now i want to read everything on everything up to & including the middle ages and i can't and i don't know anything me i'm so unnecessarily overexposed to all the enlightenment-progress wait til '48 and then i'm useless again)

and it was okay except when someone in a position of authority sighed long sufferingly and proceeded to tell me things i already know for ten minutes while i doodled furiously with a .9 mm pencil because stealing stationery is a gesture of affection.

and then i went out and bought one because you never know with people and an A4 legal pad i don't know what to do with and only then it was really okay. (if i'm ever in a position to name some children, they might either end up with the name of a pretty girl i knew who used to note down french vocabulary on an A5 legal pad or if there's a boy involved he's out of luck because he might just end up being called olaf.)

from the easily amused files we have
oreillettes > ooglegtranslate > atria

this a list:
realizing i'm still not comfortable wih the whole money concept.
realizing the moment i've become a fan of something was their finest hour. (at least we have the record books & the danophilia still.)
realizing what ipa is and what it isn't. (the letter l situation)
the thing about when exactly european capitals got paved streets.