St. Louis. Also, War Stories
Alright, this shall be forthwith my St. Louis journal, so that everyone may bask in my splendor. Seriously though, this is where I'm going to be posting, rather than emailing, because if I forget to email some people, then I have to forward, or resend, and it's a bunch easier to simply say this: If you know someone who knows me, link them this post. This is a fantastic statement, because the people who are the second generation readers, will then link the third generation, and then the fourth generation, until either everyone I know has read the post, or a bunch of randoms now know my LJ. I shall be happy with either. Feel free to email me back, and I will reply specifically to you by email, but the sort of mass emails that people send out are so vastly inefficient that I intend to, to put it politely, "Own their ass".
It's currently 9 AM on Friday the 20th, I woke up about an hour ago feeling pretty damn refreshed. I'm quite suprised, given the whole trip which I will detail below, but just quickly, the time difference in simple terms to get from Kiwi time to my time, is add 5 hours, and then subtract a day, or -17 hours if you're cooler :P. So, what is 9AM on the 20th to me, is 4 AM on the 21st to you. Anyhow, the trip, and lulz!
Midday on Thursday I left my house, mouthing Kaylee's line from the pilot of Firefly as I stepped out the door, and lounged in the front of Nick, my neighbours car as he drove myself and my father to the airport. On the way Nick discussed various things he was working on, one of which was his Morse Code club (He's a war veteran) including how he got his Morse Code license, which required him getting a pardon from a Major during his training. It was really quite fascinating, and I intend to ask Nick more about his military days when I go get the mail sometime in December. Upon reaching the airport, Nick refused payment for his badass taxi/storytelling service, so dad quickly feigned tackling Nick, and flicked money into the side of Nick's car. We win. (Although, it is hard to say that Nick lost, because his stories were epic badassey) We then said goodbye to Nick, and headed inside
Once we had entered the doors of the airport, we sighed at the quite extreme line for the baggage check in, and entered the back of the what seemed like mile long queue. However, after around two minutes of standing there, a man in a suit walks up to dad, another passenger and I, and asks "Where are you going?". When LAX was given as the reply, maybe we passed our Charisma check, maybe it was just a precoded event, but the man said "Come with me." Dad and I were looking at each other, and I can't speak for dad's interpretation, but what my head was hoping for was definately not BLU medic taunting with his Syringe gun. (read: preparing to put it in the butt.) Luckily, it wasn't BLU medic, and it wasn't RED medic, because I am RED's medic. What it was was the Quantas Lounge. Hello first class baggage check. Now, we didn't get upgraded to first class, however, we did get our baggage checked in, and customs checked, so we waltzed through Auckland International Airport, stopping to grab the last kiwi food we'd have in a while.
Once we got on the plane at around 3:30 PM, dad and I got split by a few rows, however, the two people that I would be stuck with for the next 11 hours, were pretty damn shiny. It was a couple in their mid twenties leaving from Wellington to head to Vancouver for a working holiday. Adam and Lisa were their names. Adam was a pretty knowledgeable man, who was definately sporty, and Lisa...well, Lisa knew which way was up, and was very friendly and nice. On the plane I watched Mad Men, How I Met Your Mother, Thank God You're Here, and some Top Gear, as well as rocked various CDs such as Pendulum's two, Behemoth's Demigod (which is suprisingly good to sleep to), and Paramore's Riot!. I only got around an hour's sleep on this trip, but I did hear some gems from Lisa including "I wonder what the first people to fly thought, and how they would have built all the computers and control equipment in the olden days?". She was epic.
Touching down to LAX, we stood in line for two hours, which all the time we were mentioning how we need to get picked out for the Quantas Lounge again. After that eternity we grabbed some American BK, which is pretty good, and then sat down for the 7-8 hours ahead. It was at this point my energy hit rock bottom, it was 9 AM NZ time, which is the time that I know specifically from LANing, that if I haven't slept, shit goes down. It is at 9 AM at the BG LAN that I climbed off my seat, and lay face up on the floor, and 45 minutes later started commenting on the flies on the ceiling. 9 AM + No sleep hates me. I now feel for The Sims when you sleep deprive them, and they can't sleep for some reason, so they just wander around like retarded zombies. To whoever was playing God at that point in time, I hate you. I just know you were laughing at me.
After being zombified, dad informed me that our flight would be here any minute, so I abandoned the spot where for the last hour or two I had been rocking EPIC DOS games using a power socket I'd found with a nearby seat. (Island of Dr. Brain, and Ecoquest II for people who care). This of course was a mistake, because dad was also a retarded zombie at this point. We got there an hour and a bit before our flight due to this misconception, and THEN the flight was delayed for around an hour. Epic dullz.
Finally getting on this flight, we then flew the 4-5 hours to St. Louis, where my Uncle Kevin and my mom picked us up. We headed for 20-30 minutes to get to Smithton Illinois, and to where I am now, home. Temporarily.
I then ate part of a pizza, and slept.
Thus ends part 1 of the St. Louis. Also: X Journal. Please email me guys, and I'll hope to make another post once I get some content.
It's currently 9 AM on Friday the 20th, I woke up about an hour ago feeling pretty damn refreshed. I'm quite suprised, given the whole trip which I will detail below, but just quickly, the time difference in simple terms to get from Kiwi time to my time, is add 5 hours, and then subtract a day, or -17 hours if you're cooler :P. So, what is 9AM on the 20th to me, is 4 AM on the 21st to you. Anyhow, the trip, and lulz!
Midday on Thursday I left my house, mouthing Kaylee's line from the pilot of Firefly as I stepped out the door, and lounged in the front of Nick, my neighbours car as he drove myself and my father to the airport. On the way Nick discussed various things he was working on, one of which was his Morse Code club (He's a war veteran) including how he got his Morse Code license, which required him getting a pardon from a Major during his training. It was really quite fascinating, and I intend to ask Nick more about his military days when I go get the mail sometime in December. Upon reaching the airport, Nick refused payment for his badass taxi/storytelling service, so dad quickly feigned tackling Nick, and flicked money into the side of Nick's car. We win. (Although, it is hard to say that Nick lost, because his stories were epic badassey) We then said goodbye to Nick, and headed inside
Once we had entered the doors of the airport, we sighed at the quite extreme line for the baggage check in, and entered the back of the what seemed like mile long queue. However, after around two minutes of standing there, a man in a suit walks up to dad, another passenger and I, and asks "Where are you going?". When LAX was given as the reply, maybe we passed our Charisma check, maybe it was just a precoded event, but the man said "Come with me." Dad and I were looking at each other, and I can't speak for dad's interpretation, but what my head was hoping for was definately not BLU medic taunting with his Syringe gun. (read: preparing to put it in the butt.) Luckily, it wasn't BLU medic, and it wasn't RED medic, because I am RED's medic. What it was was the Quantas Lounge. Hello first class baggage check. Now, we didn't get upgraded to first class, however, we did get our baggage checked in, and customs checked, so we waltzed through Auckland International Airport, stopping to grab the last kiwi food we'd have in a while.
Once we got on the plane at around 3:30 PM, dad and I got split by a few rows, however, the two people that I would be stuck with for the next 11 hours, were pretty damn shiny. It was a couple in their mid twenties leaving from Wellington to head to Vancouver for a working holiday. Adam and Lisa were their names. Adam was a pretty knowledgeable man, who was definately sporty, and Lisa...well, Lisa knew which way was up, and was very friendly and nice. On the plane I watched Mad Men, How I Met Your Mother, Thank God You're Here, and some Top Gear, as well as rocked various CDs such as Pendulum's two, Behemoth's Demigod (which is suprisingly good to sleep to), and Paramore's Riot!. I only got around an hour's sleep on this trip, but I did hear some gems from Lisa including "I wonder what the first people to fly thought, and how they would have built all the computers and control equipment in the olden days?". She was epic.
Touching down to LAX, we stood in line for two hours, which all the time we were mentioning how we need to get picked out for the Quantas Lounge again. After that eternity we grabbed some American BK, which is pretty good, and then sat down for the 7-8 hours ahead. It was at this point my energy hit rock bottom, it was 9 AM NZ time, which is the time that I know specifically from LANing, that if I haven't slept, shit goes down. It is at 9 AM at the BG LAN that I climbed off my seat, and lay face up on the floor, and 45 minutes later started commenting on the flies on the ceiling. 9 AM + No sleep hates me. I now feel for The Sims when you sleep deprive them, and they can't sleep for some reason, so they just wander around like retarded zombies. To whoever was playing God at that point in time, I hate you. I just know you were laughing at me.
After being zombified, dad informed me that our flight would be here any minute, so I abandoned the spot where for the last hour or two I had been rocking EPIC DOS games using a power socket I'd found with a nearby seat. (Island of Dr. Brain, and Ecoquest II for people who care). This of course was a mistake, because dad was also a retarded zombie at this point. We got there an hour and a bit before our flight due to this misconception, and THEN the flight was delayed for around an hour. Epic dullz.
Finally getting on this flight, we then flew the 4-5 hours to St. Louis, where my Uncle Kevin and my mom picked us up. We headed for 20-30 minutes to get to Smithton Illinois, and to where I am now, home. Temporarily.
I then ate part of a pizza, and slept.
Thus ends part 1 of the St. Louis. Also: X Journal. Please email me guys, and I'll hope to make another post once I get some content.