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I don't understand those people who don't appreciate nature.
You know what I'm talking about--those people who hear the word tree and look like you just said "i'm going to go use your cereal bowl for a toilet and then wipe myself with your toothbrush."
I am on an airplane as I write this and I can see a spectacular sunset out of the window. The sunset seems so huge and neverending up here. It's one of those things that make you feel small and insignficant.
Except that feeling has never scared me. It's made me feel hopeful. There's some sort of rhythm to this life we live, you know? I may stay here and never get any better than I am today but every day I can look out and see the sun die before my eyes.
I wonder if those people who don't like nature understands things like that. I wonder if they have ever been out in such darkness that they can't see the hand in front of their face. I wonder if they've ever just sat and watched the stars.
Perhaps I have been just a little too cooped in with all the winter weather lately. heh.
Also, on a completely different note, I feel like I need to accept the fact that I am a bona fide television freak. Today I had not one but TWO entertainment weeklies come in the mail: The first had characters from LOST on the cover...the second had a tiny mention of Supernatural in the What to Watch Section(which was significant because I have been participating in the postcard campaign over at promote_spn).
Is it completely dorky that I plan to cut out both of these things to put on my dorm wall?? Probably. Does it still make me grin?? Definitely.
Argh. I am ready to get off this plane...the sunset is darkening and now i'm starting to feel slightly claustrophobic. It might have something to do with the man sitting next to me who is wearing one of those huge puffy coats and is attempting to squish me against the wall. I am only managing to type because i have the smallest computer in the world(POWERBOOK G4!! GO TO YOUR MAC STORE TODAY! *cough*)....although my left hand is starting to cramp severely.
UPDATE: I am now MIRACULOUSLY on my second flight. Why is this miraculous?? Because my first flight was delayed and came in at 7:10 when this flight was set to leave at 7:30....OH MAN.
Okay...so has anyone here read the Thursday Next series by Jasper Fforde?? They are excellent if you haven't read them but anyways in one of the books(not sure which as they all run together for me a bit) deals a lot with bizzare coincidences happening to the main character. ANYWAY on my last flight I was reading my Entertainment Weeklies and Stephen King had written an article about an american author who lives in England named Lisa Gardiner---it was a so-so article talking about how he feels she is the next up and coming thriller writer and how its absolutely horrible that her books aren't being published in the US yada yada yada.....
I stand up to get off the plane and what do I see?? I SEE SOMEONE READING THE BOOK MENTIONED IN THE STEPHEN KING ARTICLE. Whaaaaat? This book isn't AVAILIBLE in the US! What the crap are the odds that someone on MY flight would be reading that??
Anyway of course I was in the back of the plane and of course everyone took as long as possible to get off of the plane. I finally made it out of the plane and was in terminal E--i ask someone for my gate information and naturally its B1.
"Good luck!" The helpful lady calls after me. At first I look around wildly--"B...B...fuuuuuuck which way is B?" Some complete stranger points and goes "That way!" and I take off running.
No one can ever call me slow or unathletic AGAIN. I ran. I ran like the fucking wind. I ducked and dodged the ridiculous amount of travelers. I didn't care that my lovely messenger bag and purse were banging against my very full bladder painfully AND i didn't care that I was wearing my kickass John Lennon Imagine sweatshirt which was causing me to sweat profusely.
I make it to B1 and skid to a stop at the desk. "y'allboardedyet?" I choke out between gasps of air. "Well..YEAH" says Mr. Asshat and my least favorite person of today. Fortunately there was another person there who saw my look of panic and said "It hasn't left yet....just breathe and hand me your ticket." I hand him my ticket and Mr. Asshat and least favorite person of today says, "Well the plane is about to take off...you really should try to be a little more timely and-" And guys...I gave this man Lana's Death Glare of Impending Doom and Don't You Fuckin' Mess With Me look. I am proud to say he shut up on the spot. Mr. Nice airplane person hands me back my ticket and says, "They know you are coming. Just relax, darlin' and WALK to the plane." I must say to have a complete stranger call me darlin' for the first time in a couple months made my heart soar. :)
Anyways, I made it on the plane although everyone looked very strangely at the crazy sweaty and wild-eyed girl with the Imagine Sweatshirt practically hyperventilating. BUT FUCK YES I AM GOING TO MAKE IT HOME! WOOHOO!
Made it home and I am now fed, watered and VERY CONTENT.
You know what I'm talking about--those people who hear the word tree and look like you just said "i'm going to go use your cereal bowl for a toilet and then wipe myself with your toothbrush."
I am on an airplane as I write this and I can see a spectacular sunset out of the window. The sunset seems so huge and neverending up here. It's one of those things that make you feel small and insignficant.
Except that feeling has never scared me. It's made me feel hopeful. There's some sort of rhythm to this life we live, you know? I may stay here and never get any better than I am today but every day I can look out and see the sun die before my eyes.
I wonder if those people who don't like nature understands things like that. I wonder if they have ever been out in such darkness that they can't see the hand in front of their face. I wonder if they've ever just sat and watched the stars.
Perhaps I have been just a little too cooped in with all the winter weather lately. heh.
Also, on a completely different note, I feel like I need to accept the fact that I am a bona fide television freak. Today I had not one but TWO entertainment weeklies come in the mail: The first had characters from LOST on the cover...the second had a tiny mention of Supernatural in the What to Watch Section(which was significant because I have been participating in the postcard campaign over at promote_spn).
Is it completely dorky that I plan to cut out both of these things to put on my dorm wall?? Probably. Does it still make me grin?? Definitely.
Argh. I am ready to get off this plane...the sunset is darkening and now i'm starting to feel slightly claustrophobic. It might have something to do with the man sitting next to me who is wearing one of those huge puffy coats and is attempting to squish me against the wall. I am only managing to type because i have the smallest computer in the world(POWERBOOK G4!! GO TO YOUR MAC STORE TODAY! *cough*)....although my left hand is starting to cramp severely.
UPDATE: I am now MIRACULOUSLY on my second flight. Why is this miraculous?? Because my first flight was delayed and came in at 7:10 when this flight was set to leave at 7:30....OH MAN.
Okay...so has anyone here read the Thursday Next series by Jasper Fforde?? They are excellent if you haven't read them but anyways in one of the books(not sure which as they all run together for me a bit) deals a lot with bizzare coincidences happening to the main character. ANYWAY on my last flight I was reading my Entertainment Weeklies and Stephen King had written an article about an american author who lives in England named Lisa Gardiner---it was a so-so article talking about how he feels she is the next up and coming thriller writer and how its absolutely horrible that her books aren't being published in the US yada yada yada.....
I stand up to get off the plane and what do I see?? I SEE SOMEONE READING THE BOOK MENTIONED IN THE STEPHEN KING ARTICLE. Whaaaaat? This book isn't AVAILIBLE in the US! What the crap are the odds that someone on MY flight would be reading that??
Anyway of course I was in the back of the plane and of course everyone took as long as possible to get off of the plane. I finally made it out of the plane and was in terminal E--i ask someone for my gate information and naturally its B1.
"Good luck!" The helpful lady calls after me. At first I look around wildly--"B...B...fuuuuuuck which way is B?" Some complete stranger points and goes "That way!" and I take off running.
No one can ever call me slow or unathletic AGAIN. I ran. I ran like the fucking wind. I ducked and dodged the ridiculous amount of travelers. I didn't care that my lovely messenger bag and purse were banging against my very full bladder painfully AND i didn't care that I was wearing my kickass John Lennon Imagine sweatshirt which was causing me to sweat profusely.
I make it to B1 and skid to a stop at the desk. "y'allboardedyet?" I choke out between gasps of air. "Well..YEAH" says Mr. Asshat and my least favorite person of today. Fortunately there was another person there who saw my look of panic and said "It hasn't left yet....just breathe and hand me your ticket." I hand him my ticket and Mr. Asshat and least favorite person of today says, "Well the plane is about to take off...you really should try to be a little more timely and-" And guys...I gave this man Lana's Death Glare of Impending Doom and Don't You Fuckin' Mess With Me look. I am proud to say he shut up on the spot. Mr. Nice airplane person hands me back my ticket and says, "They know you are coming. Just relax, darlin' and WALK to the plane." I must say to have a complete stranger call me darlin' for the first time in a couple months made my heart soar. :)
Anyways, I made it on the plane although everyone looked very strangely at the crazy sweaty and wild-eyed girl with the Imagine Sweatshirt practically hyperventilating. BUT FUCK YES I AM GOING TO MAKE IT HOME! WOOHOO!
Made it home and I am now fed, watered and VERY CONTENT.