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Sooo I had an awesome weekend.
Basically, Steph bailed on me as usual, and I had to take a trip on my own. So I randomly hopped on a plane and flew to damn Alabama to see Kyle Fraser, who if you don't know, is the guy I met in the Bahamas. He's pretty cool, I suppose. :)
It was a short trip though. I got there at like 7, and left at 3 today. But it was so worth it. See, that's the amazing thing about being able to fly for free. You can just pick up and go anywhere, whenever you feel like it. How many people can do that?? The only downfall is the fact that when you're flying stand-by, you only get on the flight if there's an empty seat for you. So sometimes the flight will be full, and it will take hours of sitting at the airport before you can get on one. You almost have to EXPECT that you won't get on, so that you don't get your hopes up. I mean I have literally gotten onto a plane.. sat in my seat.. and 5 minutes later someone tells me I have to get up and leave because the person whose seat that was had finally shown up to the gate. Which sucks. But it really takes a lot to control your emotions like that. It's one of the hardest feelings. Part of you keeps getting excited and saying "what if" and imagining all the fun things you'll do when you get to your destination.. And the other part is like forcing yourself to be nonchalant and even pessimistic, which is hard to do.
I love going to visit people and seeing where they live because then I can picture them there.. does that make sense? Like now, when I talk to Kyle online, I can picture in my head exactly what his street and house and room look like. I like matching a face with surroundings.
So I rode in a car trunk for the first time. We had too many people in the car so they put Kyle and I in the trunk. It was super-freaky and I'm pretty claustrophobic, I'd say, but I was wasted and Kyle was there so that made it better. And looking back on it, it was kind of fun.
I've been to 13 states. I decided I want to travel to every state by the time I'm 30. We'll see if I can pull that off.
I honestly just get this rush from flying. It's the combination of literally, FLYING through the air, in the clouds, and thinking about whatever fun place I'm going to. It scares me because I know that when my privileges end (when I turn 22), I am going to be miserable. Everyone already knows that I want to travel the world. And let's be real.. this isn't going to happen within 4 years. And I can't guarantee that I'll have a million dollars at my disposal to just drop on plane tickets every time I want to pick up and go somewhere.
So, for the first time in my life, I'm thinking about working for the airport. It sucks because I know how it ended for my mom, and how bad the airlines are these days, and how little they get paid.. But I almost feel like it would just be worth it to be able to travel. I mean, it feels so weird because I feel like my mom did when she was my age and first started working for USAir. She did it for the same reasons.. she loved people and she wanted to travel. And those are two majorly important things to me.
It just kind of sucks because if for some reason that is the career that I wanted to pursue, I know my parents wouldn't back me up. They want me to do something crazy or invent something or do whatever the hell is necessary to make as much money as I can. But life isn't about that. You have to do what makes you happy. And whenever I figure out what that is, I'm gonna do it.
I want to get my pilot's license. That would be so damn sweet. I wonder how difficult it is..
I'm in a writing mood tonight. That may not be a good thing because I just sent MK a facebook message bitching her out. Basically, I think she's a shitty friend and a shitty sorority sister, and I'm tired of putting up with her. I do stand up for what I believe in, and I believe in telling someone how you feel instead of bottling it up inside. True friendships can make it through anything, and they can withstand a little arguing, or confrontation.. that is the real test of a friendship, in my opinion. Anyway.. I told her what I thought and it wasn't the nicest thing ever, and I just hope she doesn't hate me. I don't personally care if she hates me because I told her how I felt, I just don't want to have drama in the fall back at school, with us being in DZ and living on the same hall.
I'm also going to write Steph a letter. I haven't written anyone a letter in a long time, and this one probably won't be very lengthy, but if you don't know, I just prefer letters. People can't interrupt you and you can think about exactly what they might say in response, so you can go ahead and counteract that in the letter. And good letters are when you can put exactly into words how you're feeling, so that the other person can feel it too, and truly understand.
Oh. I slept in a $900 bed this weekend. It was great.
OH!! And I kicked ASS in beer pong. Seriously, I wasn't lying when I said I was the worst beer pong player in the universe. But that's changed. Perhaps it was a one night thing, but I just felt like I was kinda getting the hang of it. Kyle and I won 4 games straight and I'm a girl! I held my own though. I even sank the last shot during the first two games.
I like being up in the sky. I can't tear my eyes from the window as everything just gets smaller and smaller and fades away. And by that point you're literally level with the clouds, and you feel like a little kid again, back when you dreamed you could walk on them. It's like there's nothing bad up there, you know? It just looks like such a happy place. I don't know if it's the book I'm reading, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, or if it's the flying, but I've been thinking a lot more about society and what it does to you. Like when you're up in the sky, in a plane, everything just gets so small and you feel as though, for once in your life, you can see the big picture. Everything. You see what the world is really like. And all the tiny insignificant things fade away and you just see it as a whole, for what it acutally is. You see schools, and car dealerships, and playing fields, and it all just makes me think about how much is out there, how tiny we are.. and what society tries to shape you into. And I don't necessarily see it as a horrible thing, I just take it for what it is. But everytime I get on an airplane, and we take off, that feeling comes over me and it's indescribable and I wish I could stay there forever, with no problems and with a good 10 minutes of feeling as ease with the world and the way things are..
I lucked out and got 4th of July off. :) AND the morning after. Haha. I'm excited.
Time for bed.. I'm completely exhausted from this weekend, but it was so worth it.
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kansas. this guy "j" at work called me that, because my initials are KS. ha
ps. Brandon Robles i'm terribly sorry that I missed you and it won't happen again.
Basically, Steph bailed on me as usual, and I had to take a trip on my own. So I randomly hopped on a plane and flew to damn Alabama to see Kyle Fraser, who if you don't know, is the guy I met in the Bahamas. He's pretty cool, I suppose. :)
It was a short trip though. I got there at like 7, and left at 3 today. But it was so worth it. See, that's the amazing thing about being able to fly for free. You can just pick up and go anywhere, whenever you feel like it. How many people can do that?? The only downfall is the fact that when you're flying stand-by, you only get on the flight if there's an empty seat for you. So sometimes the flight will be full, and it will take hours of sitting at the airport before you can get on one. You almost have to EXPECT that you won't get on, so that you don't get your hopes up. I mean I have literally gotten onto a plane.. sat in my seat.. and 5 minutes later someone tells me I have to get up and leave because the person whose seat that was had finally shown up to the gate. Which sucks. But it really takes a lot to control your emotions like that. It's one of the hardest feelings. Part of you keeps getting excited and saying "what if" and imagining all the fun things you'll do when you get to your destination.. And the other part is like forcing yourself to be nonchalant and even pessimistic, which is hard to do.
I love going to visit people and seeing where they live because then I can picture them there.. does that make sense? Like now, when I talk to Kyle online, I can picture in my head exactly what his street and house and room look like. I like matching a face with surroundings.
So I rode in a car trunk for the first time. We had too many people in the car so they put Kyle and I in the trunk. It was super-freaky and I'm pretty claustrophobic, I'd say, but I was wasted and Kyle was there so that made it better. And looking back on it, it was kind of fun.
I've been to 13 states. I decided I want to travel to every state by the time I'm 30. We'll see if I can pull that off.
I honestly just get this rush from flying. It's the combination of literally, FLYING through the air, in the clouds, and thinking about whatever fun place I'm going to. It scares me because I know that when my privileges end (when I turn 22), I am going to be miserable. Everyone already knows that I want to travel the world. And let's be real.. this isn't going to happen within 4 years. And I can't guarantee that I'll have a million dollars at my disposal to just drop on plane tickets every time I want to pick up and go somewhere.
So, for the first time in my life, I'm thinking about working for the airport. It sucks because I know how it ended for my mom, and how bad the airlines are these days, and how little they get paid.. But I almost feel like it would just be worth it to be able to travel. I mean, it feels so weird because I feel like my mom did when she was my age and first started working for USAir. She did it for the same reasons.. she loved people and she wanted to travel. And those are two majorly important things to me.
It just kind of sucks because if for some reason that is the career that I wanted to pursue, I know my parents wouldn't back me up. They want me to do something crazy or invent something or do whatever the hell is necessary to make as much money as I can. But life isn't about that. You have to do what makes you happy. And whenever I figure out what that is, I'm gonna do it.
I want to get my pilot's license. That would be so damn sweet. I wonder how difficult it is..
I'm in a writing mood tonight. That may not be a good thing because I just sent MK a facebook message bitching her out. Basically, I think she's a shitty friend and a shitty sorority sister, and I'm tired of putting up with her. I do stand up for what I believe in, and I believe in telling someone how you feel instead of bottling it up inside. True friendships can make it through anything, and they can withstand a little arguing, or confrontation.. that is the real test of a friendship, in my opinion. Anyway.. I told her what I thought and it wasn't the nicest thing ever, and I just hope she doesn't hate me. I don't personally care if she hates me because I told her how I felt, I just don't want to have drama in the fall back at school, with us being in DZ and living on the same hall.
I'm also going to write Steph a letter. I haven't written anyone a letter in a long time, and this one probably won't be very lengthy, but if you don't know, I just prefer letters. People can't interrupt you and you can think about exactly what they might say in response, so you can go ahead and counteract that in the letter. And good letters are when you can put exactly into words how you're feeling, so that the other person can feel it too, and truly understand.
Oh. I slept in a $900 bed this weekend. It was great.
OH!! And I kicked ASS in beer pong. Seriously, I wasn't lying when I said I was the worst beer pong player in the universe. But that's changed. Perhaps it was a one night thing, but I just felt like I was kinda getting the hang of it. Kyle and I won 4 games straight and I'm a girl! I held my own though. I even sank the last shot during the first two games.
I like being up in the sky. I can't tear my eyes from the window as everything just gets smaller and smaller and fades away. And by that point you're literally level with the clouds, and you feel like a little kid again, back when you dreamed you could walk on them. It's like there's nothing bad up there, you know? It just looks like such a happy place. I don't know if it's the book I'm reading, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, or if it's the flying, but I've been thinking a lot more about society and what it does to you. Like when you're up in the sky, in a plane, everything just gets so small and you feel as though, for once in your life, you can see the big picture. Everything. You see what the world is really like. And all the tiny insignificant things fade away and you just see it as a whole, for what it acutally is. You see schools, and car dealerships, and playing fields, and it all just makes me think about how much is out there, how tiny we are.. and what society tries to shape you into. And I don't necessarily see it as a horrible thing, I just take it for what it is. But everytime I get on an airplane, and we take off, that feeling comes over me and it's indescribable and I wish I could stay there forever, with no problems and with a good 10 minutes of feeling as ease with the world and the way things are..
I lucked out and got 4th of July off. :) AND the morning after. Haha. I'm excited.
Time for bed.. I'm completely exhausted from this weekend, but it was so worth it.
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kansas. this guy "j" at work called me that, because my initials are KS. ha
ps. Brandon Robles i'm terribly sorry that I missed you and it won't happen again.