why yes, i did that
Why yes, I had to run to the airport because i did stupid stupid things today. First, i finished my paper late. Not late for the deadline, late because i wanted to finish it earlier. Then, I cleaned the kitchen like i was supposed to. Then I HAD to clean my room. I had this horrible compulsion. I just had to. And that's what did me in. Because i had to take out the garbage, i just couldn't let that smell accumulate for 3 days while Kellie's gone. And i still had to get dressed. And I still had to unplug everything and lock up the electronics. And I still hadn't put all the important things in my tote.
Then, as i'm locking up the house and running down the sidewalk, i realize i didn't turn down the thermostat. I can't go back so poop on me. Then, as i'm slogging toward the train, I just barely miss it. Great. I get on the next one.
So i ended up getting to the airport...but i took the wrong bus and went to terminal C instead of B and had to run through the airport while hearing them call for my flight and me thinking, "I'M NOT GOING TO MAKE IT!!"
I made it. I was very tired. I didn't have time to consolidate my bookbag and my tote so i snuck on the plane with 3 carry-ons. I felt like a paranoid schizophrenic rebel. They told the girl in front of me she couldn't have 3 so when i snuck by i cheered internally, but was so freaked i'd get in trouble, i hid the 3rd bag the whole flight. Don't ask me why, i can't reason it out either, but i realized later it's not like they can do anything about it once i'm on the plane. It's not like they can throw me off. I hid it anyway.
Then to punish me for running late, the flight was the bumpiest thing ever and the landing was just north of feeling like the plane hit an iceberg.
But i made it home. My parents and biffle came for me. Glee! There was lots to talk about and that's why i'm still awake at 5 in the morning. I'll go to bed now. Renz expects me to wake up soon. =/
SSDD
Then, as i'm locking up the house and running down the sidewalk, i realize i didn't turn down the thermostat. I can't go back so poop on me. Then, as i'm slogging toward the train, I just barely miss it. Great. I get on the next one.
So i ended up getting to the airport...but i took the wrong bus and went to terminal C instead of B and had to run through the airport while hearing them call for my flight and me thinking, "I'M NOT GOING TO MAKE IT!!"
I made it. I was very tired. I didn't have time to consolidate my bookbag and my tote so i snuck on the plane with 3 carry-ons. I felt like a paranoid schizophrenic rebel. They told the girl in front of me she couldn't have 3 so when i snuck by i cheered internally, but was so freaked i'd get in trouble, i hid the 3rd bag the whole flight. Don't ask me why, i can't reason it out either, but i realized later it's not like they can do anything about it once i'm on the plane. It's not like they can throw me off. I hid it anyway.
Then to punish me for running late, the flight was the bumpiest thing ever and the landing was just north of feeling like the plane hit an iceberg.
But i made it home. My parents and biffle came for me. Glee! There was lots to talk about and that's why i'm still awake at 5 in the morning. I'll go to bed now. Renz expects me to wake up soon. =/
SSDD