Jet Blue = Love and Happiness
I just spent the majority of my morning looking up fake flights of fake places I could go to on Jet Blue Airlines. No, not doing my bio project. No, not finishing math. No, not showering for the tree planting at 1 o'clock. But yes, looking up flights to places I wish I could go to for spring break. Why is my life so worthless and dull?? Oh wait, because I don't do anything that exciting. And I never fly to far away places for really not that much money with a personal screen in front of my luxurious seat with wonderful leg room.
Yesterday felt like the most active and tiring day of my life, yet I went to bed (aka passed out in the attic with Shira and Jessica) at 11:30. On a Saturday night. What is my life?! But dreams came true last night in an excursion that took 3 hours to get to Red Robin to eat dinner. Ohhhh it was worth it! Except when no one believed Danny and I that it only took 10 minutes to drive there and Adam basically called another waitress Michael Jackson with her fake nose job and she may have heard...
Oh, and I haven't used LJ in about 12 years.
Harry Potter was so scary it kept me from sleeping.
Yesterday felt like the most active and tiring day of my life, yet I went to bed (aka passed out in the attic with Shira and Jessica) at 11:30. On a Saturday night. What is my life?! But dreams came true last night in an excursion that took 3 hours to get to Red Robin to eat dinner. Ohhhh it was worth it! Except when no one believed Danny and I that it only took 10 minutes to drive there and Adam basically called another waitress Michael Jackson with her fake nose job and she may have heard...
Oh, and I haven't used LJ in about 12 years.
Harry Potter was so scary it kept me from sleeping.