OOC: OH GOD HOLY SHIT AIRPLANE
So. Yeah.
I'm on a plane.
Awesome. Scary.
Maybe a Lost-related icon is morbid and inappropriate for this situation, but some part of me wouldn't mind getting stranded on a deserted island with the cast of Lost. 8D HAI BOONE. Ffff.
Welcome to the future, I guess, where I can be on the internet while in the air. That's awesome. That deflects a little bit of the OH GOD I WISH I WASN'T COMPLETELY ALONE IN MY HEAD situation I used to have. And keeps me busy. Always good.
But this is, truly, my own personal hell. I hate flying. I really, really do. I can't deny (of course) that it's awesome to take what amounts to a nine to ten hour drive in a little more than an hour, but I believe I add years to my life in stress during the trip. I am a line graph of anxiety that steadily builds starting the night before. I must have woken up four times last night to stress out. Then I drove to the airport, which is not fun. The drive itself was fun. I like driving over bridges and tunnels for some reason. I also left at 8:00am this morning when my flight was at 10:55am. I made it in RECORD TIME (of course I did) and then had to sit and contemplate the horribleness for two and half hours. I had a bagel. It was yummy. I seriously contemplated alcohol before noon.
Security was rather uneventful. They have those body scanner thingies at that airport! That was weird because I've never been through one of those before. I may have struck the pose with a bit more enthusiasm than was necessary. >_> After going through it I totally expected to get wanded as usual but I passed for once. This was a first. I had about three seconds of glee before I realized that I was about fifty feet from the gate.
I attempted to read while I was waiting, but I'm not sure I absorbed any of it. My anxiety got so much worse when they finally got to my boarding section. I hate walking down the tunnel thing. B[ While we were taking off I believe I appealed to every religious figure I could think of. Definitely cried a little. I'm such a wuss.
There's not too many people on this flight, which is pretty sweet because I have the whole row to myself. It is an optimal blogging environment because I get the tray next to me for deliciousness.
When the cart came around I again contemplated alcohol before noon.
Resisting these urges, I realize I'm totally not a drunk. Yay!
So. That brings me to where I am now. Which is like 35,000 feet. I'm in the window seat, just because I like knowing exactly what's going on outside. The weather's mostly clear and beautiful, which gives me just a slightly hazy view of the ground. I'm still terrified, but I can maintain some amount of calm in between patches of turbulence. A wise friend of mine who I am currently chatting with on AIM has reminded me that turbulence is harmless and just the FWOOSH that happens when you go fast. As I understand, it's air pockets or whatever, but the science of it doesn't matter. Convincing myself that it's just the FWOOSH is something I can live with. We'll be landing in about forty-five minutes or so, which is my favourite part. I love the descent and the speedy coasting right before it happens. IT'S LOVELY. IT'S SWEET ANTICIPATION FOR THE FAMILIAR.
Hrn.
I suppose now that I've blogged about my lameness I'll do something cool like play Skyrim or write. :D OPPORTUNITIES, I HAS THEM.
If humans were meant to fly, we'd have wings. >B[
At least I have the Space Stallions song to keep me amused! 8D
I'm on a plane.
Awesome. Scary.
Maybe a Lost-related icon is morbid and inappropriate for this situation, but some part of me wouldn't mind getting stranded on a deserted island with the cast of Lost. 8D HAI BOONE. Ffff.
Welcome to the future, I guess, where I can be on the internet while in the air. That's awesome. That deflects a little bit of the OH GOD I WISH I WASN'T COMPLETELY ALONE IN MY HEAD situation I used to have. And keeps me busy. Always good.
But this is, truly, my own personal hell. I hate flying. I really, really do. I can't deny (of course) that it's awesome to take what amounts to a nine to ten hour drive in a little more than an hour, but I believe I add years to my life in stress during the trip. I am a line graph of anxiety that steadily builds starting the night before. I must have woken up four times last night to stress out. Then I drove to the airport, which is not fun. The drive itself was fun. I like driving over bridges and tunnels for some reason. I also left at 8:00am this morning when my flight was at 10:55am. I made it in RECORD TIME (of course I did) and then had to sit and contemplate the horribleness for two and half hours. I had a bagel. It was yummy. I seriously contemplated alcohol before noon.
Security was rather uneventful. They have those body scanner thingies at that airport! That was weird because I've never been through one of those before. I may have struck the pose with a bit more enthusiasm than was necessary. >_> After going through it I totally expected to get wanded as usual but I passed for once. This was a first. I had about three seconds of glee before I realized that I was about fifty feet from the gate.
I attempted to read while I was waiting, but I'm not sure I absorbed any of it. My anxiety got so much worse when they finally got to my boarding section. I hate walking down the tunnel thing. B[ While we were taking off I believe I appealed to every religious figure I could think of. Definitely cried a little. I'm such a wuss.
There's not too many people on this flight, which is pretty sweet because I have the whole row to myself. It is an optimal blogging environment because I get the tray next to me for deliciousness.
When the cart came around I again contemplated alcohol before noon.
Resisting these urges, I realize I'm totally not a drunk. Yay!
So. That brings me to where I am now. Which is like 35,000 feet. I'm in the window seat, just because I like knowing exactly what's going on outside. The weather's mostly clear and beautiful, which gives me just a slightly hazy view of the ground. I'm still terrified, but I can maintain some amount of calm in between patches of turbulence. A wise friend of mine who I am currently chatting with on AIM has reminded me that turbulence is harmless and just the FWOOSH that happens when you go fast. As I understand, it's air pockets or whatever, but the science of it doesn't matter. Convincing myself that it's just the FWOOSH is something I can live with. We'll be landing in about forty-five minutes or so, which is my favourite part. I love the descent and the speedy coasting right before it happens. IT'S LOVELY. IT'S SWEET ANTICIPATION FOR THE FAMILIAR.
Hrn.
I suppose now that I've blogged about my lameness I'll do something cool like play Skyrim or write. :D OPPORTUNITIES, I HAS THEM.
If humans were meant to fly, we'd have wings. >B[
At least I have the Space Stallions song to keep me amused! 8D