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hoooooooly fuckin moses I'm home! it's about time too, it was quite a journey to get here as well, which I ususally tell the short story to people but since it's lj I'll take out all the stops:
OK so I make it to the burlington airport, which is good cause I procrastinated on gettin a ride so I got one the day off which happened to be leaving at a reasonable time, well one of the three storms slated to hit vermont that day arrived when I got to the airport so by the time the plane I'm supposed to get on arrived it was snowing pretty hard, well it gets to the gate and I see the pilot and first officer tell the boarding dude something about thirty minutes, and that's the point where the fun began, so the dude gets on the intercom and tells us that the plane will be delayed a minimun of 45 minutes, pushing it back to 615 departure time, which blows because the plane I'm on...that last to atlanta, leaves at 830, well so we get on the plane at like...630 and end up getting off the plane at like 830, mooooother fucker, so I go to the ticketing counter for delta and I was like "I supposed to be on the 810 to atlanta" and the dumb fuck says "I think you missed your flight" NO FUCKIN SHIT YOU BOSTONIAN RETARD!!! OR SHOULDS I SAY 'RETAAAAAAAD' so I says "yes, I'm aware, thank you, I was on a flight that was delayed when's the next one to atlanta" and he said 610 in the mornin, so I said I'll take it, then I stopped paying attention to what he said (not a good move) so I heard something about a hotel and I said "no thanks I don't have enough money, the airports ok I've done it before" so I make my way to legals sea food to get some grub (real good grub at that) but thier closed so I have to go to the bar across the terminal so I ate hot wings and a shitty burger and wished I had beer the whole time, well after I down that shitty sustinence I go to the pay phone and call the rents and tell em what's up well my dad asked "so where'd they put you up for the night?" me: "they do that for free?" dad: "well yeah for non stand by the always do" me: "oh.....(shit, balls, son of a bitch, mother fuckin peice of asshole bullshit on a stick!!!) I'll go ask" blah blah blah small talk hang up, well I go to the ticket counter and it's fuckin closed....son of a bitch this airport blows, so I walk around boston airport for about an hour and there's like random art galleries so I look at those, pretty cool actually I didn't know I like art that much, so then I sit in these rocking chairs strewn about everywhere and watch the air traffic, definately listening to coldplay cause it totally fit, made a playlist of songs in my jukebox that reminds me about a certain somebody, then I start walking around again and get some juice for a news stand and read the national enquirere (two headed alien killed while trying to burn down barn) and eventually I stumble upon this kids play place thing, it's like a big open room with a slide that looks like a luggage caracel and a couple other things, well there was a mock up of an airplane and it was padded on the floor in it, so I curled up in my jacket and put my alarm for five, seemed like a good time cause I thought most normal human beings use eTickts now, so I slumber away for three hours wake up at five and go to the ticket counter to get my boarding pass and be on my way, well the line is like enourmous, zig zag zig zag ropes of people and like twenty feet past that, well so I get to what I think is the end and some delta lady comes up and is like "are you in line sir" I'm like "yeah..." then she pointed behind me and said "that's the end sir" so I look and it's like fifty more fuckin feet! so I get to the end of that for like ten mintes....and I can obviously tell this isn't going to work, so I go the the kiosk and try my skymiles card...doesn't work, so I look up and this big black southern lady is like "do you need help sir" and I was like "yes'm I just need a boarding pass I wanna get home to atlanta" and she was like "oh honey child don't you worry bout nothin" so she prints it up at her comp and gives it to me and I'm like "oh thank you so much ma'am!" lol and she was like "ooh you just as sweet as you can be, go on home" (I love the south!!!) so I book it through security and get to my plane and that's when I find out that I smell bad cause the dude next to me gives me that look and asks for a different seat...lol (living in airports makes for bad personal hygene) so I make it home and my dad hugs me and I'm like "I just wanna go hoooooome!" so we wait for my bag cause it's like...lost in tarmac purgutory, but it finally comes up on the like...purgutory luggage caravel and we go home and I take a shower
whew what I story eh! yeah so that blew but at least I'm home now, and I can rest easy (and not in play places) well...I did sleep at ryan's appartment last night so I guess I can't really say that, anyway so I'm home and it rocks except for tomorrow where I have to go to court and am probably going to lose my liscence which really sucks cause I don't want to bike to work this summer and there's like a million people I'm going to hang out with over this break but everyone wants to hang out at the same time so it's really freakin crazy, well I have to go...do homeworky...hate being behind
OK so I make it to the burlington airport, which is good cause I procrastinated on gettin a ride so I got one the day off which happened to be leaving at a reasonable time, well one of the three storms slated to hit vermont that day arrived when I got to the airport so by the time the plane I'm supposed to get on arrived it was snowing pretty hard, well it gets to the gate and I see the pilot and first officer tell the boarding dude something about thirty minutes, and that's the point where the fun began, so the dude gets on the intercom and tells us that the plane will be delayed a minimun of 45 minutes, pushing it back to 615 departure time, which blows because the plane I'm on...that last to atlanta, leaves at 830, well so we get on the plane at like...630 and end up getting off the plane at like 830, mooooother fucker, so I go to the ticketing counter for delta and I was like "I supposed to be on the 810 to atlanta" and the dumb fuck says "I think you missed your flight" NO FUCKIN SHIT YOU BOSTONIAN RETARD!!! OR SHOULDS I SAY 'RETAAAAAAAD' so I says "yes, I'm aware, thank you, I was on a flight that was delayed when's the next one to atlanta" and he said 610 in the mornin, so I said I'll take it, then I stopped paying attention to what he said (not a good move) so I heard something about a hotel and I said "no thanks I don't have enough money, the airports ok I've done it before" so I make my way to legals sea food to get some grub (real good grub at that) but thier closed so I have to go to the bar across the terminal so I ate hot wings and a shitty burger and wished I had beer the whole time, well after I down that shitty sustinence I go to the pay phone and call the rents and tell em what's up well my dad asked "so where'd they put you up for the night?" me: "they do that for free?" dad: "well yeah for non stand by the always do" me: "oh.....(shit, balls, son of a bitch, mother fuckin peice of asshole bullshit on a stick!!!) I'll go ask" blah blah blah small talk hang up, well I go to the ticket counter and it's fuckin closed....son of a bitch this airport blows, so I walk around boston airport for about an hour and there's like random art galleries so I look at those, pretty cool actually I didn't know I like art that much, so then I sit in these rocking chairs strewn about everywhere and watch the air traffic, definately listening to coldplay cause it totally fit, made a playlist of songs in my jukebox that reminds me about a certain somebody, then I start walking around again and get some juice for a news stand and read the national enquirere (two headed alien killed while trying to burn down barn) and eventually I stumble upon this kids play place thing, it's like a big open room with a slide that looks like a luggage caracel and a couple other things, well there was a mock up of an airplane and it was padded on the floor in it, so I curled up in my jacket and put my alarm for five, seemed like a good time cause I thought most normal human beings use eTickts now, so I slumber away for three hours wake up at five and go to the ticket counter to get my boarding pass and be on my way, well the line is like enourmous, zig zag zig zag ropes of people and like twenty feet past that, well so I get to what I think is the end and some delta lady comes up and is like "are you in line sir" I'm like "yeah..." then she pointed behind me and said "that's the end sir" so I look and it's like fifty more fuckin feet! so I get to the end of that for like ten mintes....and I can obviously tell this isn't going to work, so I go the the kiosk and try my skymiles card...doesn't work, so I look up and this big black southern lady is like "do you need help sir" and I was like "yes'm I just need a boarding pass I wanna get home to atlanta" and she was like "oh honey child don't you worry bout nothin" so she prints it up at her comp and gives it to me and I'm like "oh thank you so much ma'am!" lol and she was like "ooh you just as sweet as you can be, go on home" (I love the south!!!) so I book it through security and get to my plane and that's when I find out that I smell bad cause the dude next to me gives me that look and asks for a different seat...lol (living in airports makes for bad personal hygene) so I make it home and my dad hugs me and I'm like "I just wanna go hoooooome!" so we wait for my bag cause it's like...lost in tarmac purgutory, but it finally comes up on the like...purgutory luggage caravel and we go home and I take a shower
whew what I story eh! yeah so that blew but at least I'm home now, and I can rest easy (and not in play places) well...I did sleep at ryan's appartment last night so I guess I can't really say that, anyway so I'm home and it rocks except for tomorrow where I have to go to court and am probably going to lose my liscence which really sucks cause I don't want to bike to work this summer and there's like a million people I'm going to hang out with over this break but everyone wants to hang out at the same time so it's really freakin crazy, well I have to go...do homeworky...hate being behind