pure white knuckle terror
OOOohmpa!!
So in about four hours it's off to Greece. I've stayed up all night in hopes of sleeping through the torturous thirteen hour flight. And since I'm positive that each flight means certain death, I just want to maintain that I love you all and I'll miss you. I'm particularly nervous about this expedition to Athens, Santorini, Crete, exc. because we have no idea whatsoever about where we are going. We are completely free-ballin it. The only thing I know about Greece is a drop of mythology, basic geogrpahy, and how to say "Hello" in Greek. It's the equiviliant of what you would know if you watched "My Big Fat Greek Wedding". It could be a total disaster. Really, I just hope I make it back in one piece. Sleeping on sidewalks and being broke I can deal with but.....13 FUCKING HOURS ON A DEATH TRAP TUBE OF DOOM SUSPENDED THOUSANDS OF MILES IN THE AIR???? Gah...
How can everyone act so calm on an airplane? It's like being crammed in an empty can with wings and a little engine. Aren't we supposed to be using these by now anyway?
Thank God I'll have Harry Potter to keep me pre-occupied. It's 5:30 and I'm leaving for the airport at 9 so I should probadly finish packing, shower, say my last good-byes, exc.
When I get back hopefully I can plan some trip to the mountains with some friends, go to Floridia, and maybe sneak a trip to Kentucky in. It's too bad...Life goes by so quickly.