Delayed Liveblogging: Florida to LA
I'm writing this at 11724 meters above the ground, somewhere over Carlsbad.
I woke up at 4:45 in the morning after going to bed at 12:30. I ran straight into the shower, scrambled to toss my electronics and chargers into my bag and practically rolled down the stairs head over heels and into Mike's car, where I struggled for a half an hour to sound coherent in front of his mother as we drove to the airport.
I managed to get through the freedom scan with my pocket knife on my keychain. I completely forgot it was there. I grabbed a sausage biscuit and hashbrowns and we walked towards Delta gates 70-79. Mike's flight to Atlanta left at about 6:30 from 71, so I left him there and waited for about 45 minutes at 78 until my flight was called.
The airplane is mostly empty, so I got an entire row to myself. I slept on my coat for a little while, about an hour. I can't believe I was able to. When I woke up I wandered around the plane a bit, got some coffee.
Delta flight means the cute little tvs on the backs of the seats. Sadly, there are no free movies this time. I debated whether or not to buy a movie - it was between Quantum of Solace or Twilight, for the lulz. I ended up just watching the last two episodes of Gossip Girl I have on my computer, which is what I'm doing now.
I've started making the same faces Blair does at almost everything Dan does.
You guys, something has happened to me that I never thought could happen. From the very beginning, I tried to resist. I steeled myself against the very possibility of this happening. I feel dirty, and guilty. I said to myself that there was no way I could become someone who would do this.
I can't help it any more.
I love Chuck Bass.
Although this bullshit with some weird tattooed gentleman's club is ridiculous. Don't they have anything better to do? And most beautiful woman in the world? PLEASE. Leighton Meester is far prettier. Sometimes I just stare at the screen and marvel at how pretty she is.
OKAY, RACHEL. WHEN YOU'RE AVOIDING RUMORS ABOUT DATING A STUDENT, AVOID THE FOLLOWING THINGS:
1. GOING ON A DATE WITH HIM.
2. SAYING "CALL ME IN FIVE YEARS."
3. FLIRTING WITH HIM ABOUT YOUR SWEATER.
4 GOING. ON. A. DATE. WITH. HIM.
5. SERIOUSLY, ARE YOU RETARDED?
Dan's "BLUHHH, YOUR SWEATER IS PRETTY" conversation just made me roll my eyes.
AND WHERE IS NATE? It's nice that he's showing up again to make out with the most boring character that ever boringed, but where was he for the past five episodes when Chuck was circling the drain?
Dan is FUNCTIONALLY RETARDED.
No one fucking types that fast.
Okay, I'm totally with them on the free speech issue. And whether or not they kissed or anything, it's still MASSIVELY inappropriate. All of it. They deserve the consequences. It's an emotional affair and again, it was so so so inappropriate. They already crossed a line.
Everyone needs a Blair Waldorf when a boy does them wrong.
Oh, hey, sup, they're breaking up again.
DAN. YOU'RE SO JUDGMENTAL, WHY WON'T YOU SAVE THAT FOR SOMEONE WHO ACTUALLY DID WRONG?
The next episode is March 16, right? It's on Mondays?
I'm over El Paso now.
OH HELL NO. HELLLLLLL NO. DAN AND RACHEL ARE TOO STUPID FOR WORDS AND TOTALLY DESERVE EACH OTHER AND THEIR STUPID STUPID WAYS. DIE DIE DIE DIE.
See, if the second you think you're not a teacher any more, you fuck, YOU WERE DOING SOMETHING WRONG. Jesus Christ. You idiots.
This is going to be the longest, boringest entry ever because I'm out of GG. It's an hour and a half until I land. I'm going to have to wait around even longer at the airport because, of course, my flight gets in an hour earlier than expected. Cassie's class doesn't get out until 10:30 or so and after that she can pick me up. At least I'll have internet and people watching. Maybe my laptop has some rudimentary photo editing so I can play with the pictures I already took in-flight. The clouds are breaking right now and I can see down to the ground. It's brown; New Mexico is very brown. Apparently I'm very near Las Cruces now. I love the look of the clouds when they come back. It's like they're resting on an invisible surface, rolling down until they stretch out into nothing. I really hate takeoff, but it's worth it for this part. My favorite thing about New Mexico was how big the sky was, and it's even better up here. Maybe one day they'll make a plane with skylights. Not glass bottoms. That would send me into a panic attack from which only Xanax could save me.
The clouds are more sculpted now, and even more defined in the distance, beyond the tip of the wing. It looks like ice and snow out there, not clouds. It looks like the clouds are breaking up ahead again, so I can look down.
I've never flown by myself before. I thought it would worry me more, but I felt completely fine. How very mature of me.
These photos I've taken of the early morning flight are incredible. I'm so lucky to even have seen something so beautiful, let alone managed to have enough skill with my camera to capture it. It's ridiculous how many of these I love. I'm going to have to have an entire wall of travel photos. Maybe those would go well on my stair wall. I could have a collage of different photos of different views out the window of airplanes. Now I want to find more things to photograph. I'm almost happy for the extra time in the airport, because now I can charge my camera a little and go on a photo safari.
I never fucking want to fly with people next to me again. This empty row is just too amazing.
We're descending now. There's snow on whatever mountains are around Los Angeles. I've moved on to watching the first episode of the second season of Dead Like Me. Not sure if watching a show about death is an awesome thing to watch on a plane, but whatever. I wonder what reapers do about souls on planes. Tickets have to get expensive. Maybe they go to the airport, but you still buy a ticket to get to the gate.
What is this, Death Valley? There are so many mountains. I can't remember the last time I saw snow on the mountains. Damn, the clouds are back. I can't see anything now. Oh shit, time to descend for real this time. The clouds look like a thin blanket. Like upholstery batting, or something.
I haven't once thought about how much my Orlando life sucks the entire time I've been on the plane. I can't bring myself to worry about it even as I'm remembering that it exists now. I had a brief, wistful thought about the last time I flew and Bryan was next to me, but he was so quiet the whole flight that I didn't even wish he were here. Also, that was the start of the whole asshole thing.
The clouds are getting thinner and closer. The tip of a mountain range is poking out the top of them a little ways away. How awesome would it be to go up there and be standing and looking out over the clouds?
I see houses, miles and miles of suburbia. Why do they make neighborhoods shaped like little rounded corners? They're almost all like that. Does it make people feel better to know that their lives aren't laid out in squares and lines, but they have curves on their street?
I see huge, flat-top buildings. Ugly. There are mountains on the other side of the plane. Those bastards have a better view right now.
Oh, wow, I see green. Fuck. I have to turn off the computer.
I woke up at 4:45 in the morning after going to bed at 12:30. I ran straight into the shower, scrambled to toss my electronics and chargers into my bag and practically rolled down the stairs head over heels and into Mike's car, where I struggled for a half an hour to sound coherent in front of his mother as we drove to the airport.
I managed to get through the freedom scan with my pocket knife on my keychain. I completely forgot it was there. I grabbed a sausage biscuit and hashbrowns and we walked towards Delta gates 70-79. Mike's flight to Atlanta left at about 6:30 from 71, so I left him there and waited for about 45 minutes at 78 until my flight was called.
The airplane is mostly empty, so I got an entire row to myself. I slept on my coat for a little while, about an hour. I can't believe I was able to. When I woke up I wandered around the plane a bit, got some coffee.
Delta flight means the cute little tvs on the backs of the seats. Sadly, there are no free movies this time. I debated whether or not to buy a movie - it was between Quantum of Solace or Twilight, for the lulz. I ended up just watching the last two episodes of Gossip Girl I have on my computer, which is what I'm doing now.
I've started making the same faces Blair does at almost everything Dan does.
You guys, something has happened to me that I never thought could happen. From the very beginning, I tried to resist. I steeled myself against the very possibility of this happening. I feel dirty, and guilty. I said to myself that there was no way I could become someone who would do this.
I can't help it any more.
I love Chuck Bass.
Although this bullshit with some weird tattooed gentleman's club is ridiculous. Don't they have anything better to do? And most beautiful woman in the world? PLEASE. Leighton Meester is far prettier. Sometimes I just stare at the screen and marvel at how pretty she is.
OKAY, RACHEL. WHEN YOU'RE AVOIDING RUMORS ABOUT DATING A STUDENT, AVOID THE FOLLOWING THINGS:
1. GOING ON A DATE WITH HIM.
2. SAYING "CALL ME IN FIVE YEARS."
3. FLIRTING WITH HIM ABOUT YOUR SWEATER.
4 GOING. ON. A. DATE. WITH. HIM.
5. SERIOUSLY, ARE YOU RETARDED?
Dan's "BLUHHH, YOUR SWEATER IS PRETTY" conversation just made me roll my eyes.
AND WHERE IS NATE? It's nice that he's showing up again to make out with the most boring character that ever boringed, but where was he for the past five episodes when Chuck was circling the drain?
Dan is FUNCTIONALLY RETARDED.
No one fucking types that fast.
Okay, I'm totally with them on the free speech issue. And whether or not they kissed or anything, it's still MASSIVELY inappropriate. All of it. They deserve the consequences. It's an emotional affair and again, it was so so so inappropriate. They already crossed a line.
Everyone needs a Blair Waldorf when a boy does them wrong.
Oh, hey, sup, they're breaking up again.
DAN. YOU'RE SO JUDGMENTAL, WHY WON'T YOU SAVE THAT FOR SOMEONE WHO ACTUALLY DID WRONG?
The next episode is March 16, right? It's on Mondays?
I'm over El Paso now.
OH HELL NO. HELLLLLLL NO. DAN AND RACHEL ARE TOO STUPID FOR WORDS AND TOTALLY DESERVE EACH OTHER AND THEIR STUPID STUPID WAYS. DIE DIE DIE DIE.
See, if the second you think you're not a teacher any more, you fuck, YOU WERE DOING SOMETHING WRONG. Jesus Christ. You idiots.
This is going to be the longest, boringest entry ever because I'm out of GG. It's an hour and a half until I land. I'm going to have to wait around even longer at the airport because, of course, my flight gets in an hour earlier than expected. Cassie's class doesn't get out until 10:30 or so and after that she can pick me up. At least I'll have internet and people watching. Maybe my laptop has some rudimentary photo editing so I can play with the pictures I already took in-flight. The clouds are breaking right now and I can see down to the ground. It's brown; New Mexico is very brown. Apparently I'm very near Las Cruces now. I love the look of the clouds when they come back. It's like they're resting on an invisible surface, rolling down until they stretch out into nothing. I really hate takeoff, but it's worth it for this part. My favorite thing about New Mexico was how big the sky was, and it's even better up here. Maybe one day they'll make a plane with skylights. Not glass bottoms. That would send me into a panic attack from which only Xanax could save me.
The clouds are more sculpted now, and even more defined in the distance, beyond the tip of the wing. It looks like ice and snow out there, not clouds. It looks like the clouds are breaking up ahead again, so I can look down.
I've never flown by myself before. I thought it would worry me more, but I felt completely fine. How very mature of me.
These photos I've taken of the early morning flight are incredible. I'm so lucky to even have seen something so beautiful, let alone managed to have enough skill with my camera to capture it. It's ridiculous how many of these I love. I'm going to have to have an entire wall of travel photos. Maybe those would go well on my stair wall. I could have a collage of different photos of different views out the window of airplanes. Now I want to find more things to photograph. I'm almost happy for the extra time in the airport, because now I can charge my camera a little and go on a photo safari.
I never fucking want to fly with people next to me again. This empty row is just too amazing.
We're descending now. There's snow on whatever mountains are around Los Angeles. I've moved on to watching the first episode of the second season of Dead Like Me. Not sure if watching a show about death is an awesome thing to watch on a plane, but whatever. I wonder what reapers do about souls on planes. Tickets have to get expensive. Maybe they go to the airport, but you still buy a ticket to get to the gate.
What is this, Death Valley? There are so many mountains. I can't remember the last time I saw snow on the mountains. Damn, the clouds are back. I can't see anything now. Oh shit, time to descend for real this time. The clouds look like a thin blanket. Like upholstery batting, or something.
I haven't once thought about how much my Orlando life sucks the entire time I've been on the plane. I can't bring myself to worry about it even as I'm remembering that it exists now. I had a brief, wistful thought about the last time I flew and Bryan was next to me, but he was so quiet the whole flight that I didn't even wish he were here. Also, that was the start of the whole asshole thing.
The clouds are getting thinner and closer. The tip of a mountain range is poking out the top of them a little ways away. How awesome would it be to go up there and be standing and looking out over the clouds?
I see houses, miles and miles of suburbia. Why do they make neighborhoods shaped like little rounded corners? They're almost all like that. Does it make people feel better to know that their lives aren't laid out in squares and lines, but they have curves on their street?
I see huge, flat-top buildings. Ugly. There are mountains on the other side of the plane. Those bastards have a better view right now.
Oh, wow, I see green. Fuck. I have to turn off the computer.