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Ahaha, VICTORY. So I just spent like a million years trying to find my discman and headphones, because I'm going on a plane tomorrow (flying to Pittsburgh to see Jen and Kevin), and had just pretty much given up when, yay, there they were. And I expected the discman to not work, because it gave me crap last time, but after growling at me (yes, discmans can growl), it gave in and started playing a song. So, theoretically, there's at least a chance it'll work on the flight. And, AND! It plays the burned CDs I made tonight of the mp3s I have on my computer. *does dance*
And Joe actually offered to let me borrow his portable DVD player, so between that, the CDs, and the books I'm bringing ("Jane Eyre", which I'm almost through with, and a Sedaris book), I should actually make it through the cross-country flight without going insane, hopefully. Good times.
And yeah, it's two in the morning, and I'm still up, even though my sister's picking me up at eight to go to the DMV to get a new ID. Because my old ID expired, and it's a good thing Jen reminded me that it had, or I probably would've shown up at the airport with it, like a dumbass. Cause that's how I roll. But then after I get the ID, I'm gonna try to be at the airport by noon, since my flight's at two-something. Then I have a layover for like an hour and a half or something in Denver at about four, and then straight to Pennsylvania (where I'll arrive at like midnight, eastern time). Ahhh, it's going to be a long, long day. Although I should remind myself that since it'll only be midnight in eastern time, it'll really be like nine pm for me when I arrive. So, really, the lame traveling part will only be like seven hours. And yes, I'll be by myself, sitting in a middle seat, probably between two giant smelly people. Should be fun.
But! I'm going to see Jen and Kevin. In a state I've never been to, and I don't have to work for the next nine days, and we're going to go to a theme park (where I'll probably go on, like, two rides, cause I'm a pussy, but that's okay, it'll be FUN, DAMMIT), and I'll meet her brother and her cats, and we'll go out to drink and probably to the zoo and other silly lame things, and it's cool. I just hope I feel good all week, since I've been having so many headaches and crap lately. But I'm going to just think positive and try to not concern myself with it unless I have to.
I'm even a little excited for the lameness that is flying. Even though there is, of course, the anxiety over getting lost on the layover, or dying in an explosing of flames somewhere over Iowa, but hey. No worries.
So I suppose I should try going to bed, huh? I don't know if I'll be able to sleep though; I'm all wired and crazy. I'll probably end up getting like no sleep tonight, and then drop into a coma on the flight tomorrow, so all the CDs I burned and books I bring will totally come to no use. Oh well. Okay, I think I'm going now. I should at least TRY to sleep. Wish me luck on the trip, perhaps I can get Jen to update with me while we're together this week. Otherwise, I'll see you guys in a week!
Oh, and P.S., the subject heading today is my favorite line from this song. Hee. Wait, hold the elevator!
And Joe actually offered to let me borrow his portable DVD player, so between that, the CDs, and the books I'm bringing ("Jane Eyre", which I'm almost through with, and a Sedaris book), I should actually make it through the cross-country flight without going insane, hopefully. Good times.
And yeah, it's two in the morning, and I'm still up, even though my sister's picking me up at eight to go to the DMV to get a new ID. Because my old ID expired, and it's a good thing Jen reminded me that it had, or I probably would've shown up at the airport with it, like a dumbass. Cause that's how I roll. But then after I get the ID, I'm gonna try to be at the airport by noon, since my flight's at two-something. Then I have a layover for like an hour and a half or something in Denver at about four, and then straight to Pennsylvania (where I'll arrive at like midnight, eastern time). Ahhh, it's going to be a long, long day. Although I should remind myself that since it'll only be midnight in eastern time, it'll really be like nine pm for me when I arrive. So, really, the lame traveling part will only be like seven hours. And yes, I'll be by myself, sitting in a middle seat, probably between two giant smelly people. Should be fun.
But! I'm going to see Jen and Kevin. In a state I've never been to, and I don't have to work for the next nine days, and we're going to go to a theme park (where I'll probably go on, like, two rides, cause I'm a pussy, but that's okay, it'll be FUN, DAMMIT), and I'll meet her brother and her cats, and we'll go out to drink and probably to the zoo and other silly lame things, and it's cool. I just hope I feel good all week, since I've been having so many headaches and crap lately. But I'm going to just think positive and try to not concern myself with it unless I have to.
I'm even a little excited for the lameness that is flying. Even though there is, of course, the anxiety over getting lost on the layover, or dying in an explosing of flames somewhere over Iowa, but hey. No worries.
So I suppose I should try going to bed, huh? I don't know if I'll be able to sleep though; I'm all wired and crazy. I'll probably end up getting like no sleep tonight, and then drop into a coma on the flight tomorrow, so all the CDs I burned and books I bring will totally come to no use. Oh well. Okay, I think I'm going now. I should at least TRY to sleep. Wish me luck on the trip, perhaps I can get Jen to update with me while we're together this week. Otherwise, I'll see you guys in a week!
Oh, and P.S., the subject heading today is my favorite line from this song. Hee. Wait, hold the elevator!
