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so. thisll be a long entry.
i was supposed to fly from pittsburgh to toronto and toronto to halifax on saturday. on friday night, jelena, mallory, and carly were helping me pack, and i get a phone call from the airline saying that no flights are going in or out of toronot because of the damn blizzard, and my flight was rescheduled for sunday. so i check the status of the flights obsessively over the course of the day/night to make sure its still on schedule, because ben had called and told me that our storm was going to hit halifax on sunday. so, 6am, i call the airline and everything looks fantastic. so we leave for pittsburgh in a beast of a storm. it was still dark and still snowing... at one point, we were 15 feet behind a snowplow/salter and we couldnt see it. so that was miserable. i got to pittsburgh, checked in for my flight, etc, and called yet again. both are still on schedule. so i board the plane to toronto with no worries other than wanting to sleep and dying to see ben. so i arrive in toronto, get harassed by customs and immigration for a while, asking why im here for such a long period of time (maximum visiting time is 6 months) and how i could afford to take time off work. i bullshitted something under my breath, not daring to mention the fact that i was moving here, because i dont yet have a work permit or student visa. anyway. so they finally let me through with only about half an hour before my flight is supposed to leave, so im going crazy trying to drag my two suitcases and two carryons through this massive airport to fin the check in counter for my next flight. when i get there, the woman not-so-kindly informed me that all flights to halifax had been cancelled. at this point i was ready to break out a machete. so in a matter of an hour and 15 minutes (the length of the flight), the status changed from on time, to delayed, to cancelled. absolutely ridiculous. so i call ben in tears, telling him the situation, and how i have $7 (american, so i cant even spend it) and the airport is offereing a discount on hotel rooms - 67 a night. so he had to fax his credit card info to the hotel so that i could sit in a cold room alone in a city of 2.5 million people that i dont know.
this is also where i was forced to watch the steelers game. alone and depressed and tired of traveling. so i watch the game and cry at the end. ive been a steelers die-hard fan all my life, and since my fan-dom, weve only made it to one superbowl - where the cowboys killed us. i seriously had so much hope for this season. roethlisberger was just way too nervewracked. i mean its his frist season, and hes carrying us through the playoffs? he couldnt deal with the pressure. COWHER SHOULD HAVE PUT MADDOX IN FOR THE SECOND HALF AND WE WOULD HAVE BEEN GOLDEN. ugh. anyway.
so i check the flight status for my 9 am flight nonstop as well, checking all the way up until the minute i left my hotel at 730. when i get to the airport, the flights been delayed till 1030. holy mother of jesus. so i sit around, buy an orange juice with what little us currency i still have, call ben, let him know that ill get to halifax at 130 instead of noon. at 10am, when we were supposed to board, the flight is cancelled. at this point, i dont care how much bloodshed it takes to get me on a goddamn flight. a 19 year old girl with everything she owns thats of any importance with her, changing her travel schedule MID TRAVEL for the x to the nth power time. so i call ben and cry a little more, then i call and ask to be put on the 12am flight. they say no, they have to put me on the 1pm flight. i considered threatening death, but then just sucked it up and dealt with the fact that the only thing i had eaten since saturday was a subway sub that i had to trade my american money with a canadian traveler for in toronto, and that i wasnt going to eat for another 6 hours.
anyway.
so i finally board the plane, and im supposed to be in halifax by 4. however. one of the "valves" on the plane is stuck and so we dont take off until about 2. meaning i wouldnt get there till 5. so i finally get there, and thank god profusely for bens kisses. nothing else could have consoled me, i was in such a state of anxiety and rage. so then we stand by the goddamn carousel where luggage from 3 flights from toronto came in at the same time. no kidding, it took at least 45 minutes to get my bags. so we finally got back to bens at about 630.
hmm. lets recap. 630 pm on monday as opposed to 5 pm on saturday, then 5 pm on sunday, noon on monday, then 4 on monday.
RI FUCKING DICULOUS.
sigh. but things are really good now. i got all unpacked and settled in yesterday. finally being together without some kind of time restraint (like, a week) is really amazing. it still hasnt really hit me yet that im here for good. it really has been amazing, though.
its so crazy up here right now. piles of snow along the streets and sidewalks are about my height from plowing.
ive been up for over an hour already, cuz i got up with him when he left for classes. so i think im gonna go watch tv or play grand theft auto and zone out.
i was supposed to fly from pittsburgh to toronto and toronto to halifax on saturday. on friday night, jelena, mallory, and carly were helping me pack, and i get a phone call from the airline saying that no flights are going in or out of toronot because of the damn blizzard, and my flight was rescheduled for sunday. so i check the status of the flights obsessively over the course of the day/night to make sure its still on schedule, because ben had called and told me that our storm was going to hit halifax on sunday. so, 6am, i call the airline and everything looks fantastic. so we leave for pittsburgh in a beast of a storm. it was still dark and still snowing... at one point, we were 15 feet behind a snowplow/salter and we couldnt see it. so that was miserable. i got to pittsburgh, checked in for my flight, etc, and called yet again. both are still on schedule. so i board the plane to toronto with no worries other than wanting to sleep and dying to see ben. so i arrive in toronto, get harassed by customs and immigration for a while, asking why im here for such a long period of time (maximum visiting time is 6 months) and how i could afford to take time off work. i bullshitted something under my breath, not daring to mention the fact that i was moving here, because i dont yet have a work permit or student visa. anyway. so they finally let me through with only about half an hour before my flight is supposed to leave, so im going crazy trying to drag my two suitcases and two carryons through this massive airport to fin the check in counter for my next flight. when i get there, the woman not-so-kindly informed me that all flights to halifax had been cancelled. at this point i was ready to break out a machete. so in a matter of an hour and 15 minutes (the length of the flight), the status changed from on time, to delayed, to cancelled. absolutely ridiculous. so i call ben in tears, telling him the situation, and how i have $7 (american, so i cant even spend it) and the airport is offereing a discount on hotel rooms - 67 a night. so he had to fax his credit card info to the hotel so that i could sit in a cold room alone in a city of 2.5 million people that i dont know.
this is also where i was forced to watch the steelers game. alone and depressed and tired of traveling. so i watch the game and cry at the end. ive been a steelers die-hard fan all my life, and since my fan-dom, weve only made it to one superbowl - where the cowboys killed us. i seriously had so much hope for this season. roethlisberger was just way too nervewracked. i mean its his frist season, and hes carrying us through the playoffs? he couldnt deal with the pressure. COWHER SHOULD HAVE PUT MADDOX IN FOR THE SECOND HALF AND WE WOULD HAVE BEEN GOLDEN. ugh. anyway.
so i check the flight status for my 9 am flight nonstop as well, checking all the way up until the minute i left my hotel at 730. when i get to the airport, the flights been delayed till 1030. holy mother of jesus. so i sit around, buy an orange juice with what little us currency i still have, call ben, let him know that ill get to halifax at 130 instead of noon. at 10am, when we were supposed to board, the flight is cancelled. at this point, i dont care how much bloodshed it takes to get me on a goddamn flight. a 19 year old girl with everything she owns thats of any importance with her, changing her travel schedule MID TRAVEL for the x to the nth power time. so i call ben and cry a little more, then i call and ask to be put on the 12am flight. they say no, they have to put me on the 1pm flight. i considered threatening death, but then just sucked it up and dealt with the fact that the only thing i had eaten since saturday was a subway sub that i had to trade my american money with a canadian traveler for in toronto, and that i wasnt going to eat for another 6 hours.
anyway.
so i finally board the plane, and im supposed to be in halifax by 4. however. one of the "valves" on the plane is stuck and so we dont take off until about 2. meaning i wouldnt get there till 5. so i finally get there, and thank god profusely for bens kisses. nothing else could have consoled me, i was in such a state of anxiety and rage. so then we stand by the goddamn carousel where luggage from 3 flights from toronto came in at the same time. no kidding, it took at least 45 minutes to get my bags. so we finally got back to bens at about 630.
hmm. lets recap. 630 pm on monday as opposed to 5 pm on saturday, then 5 pm on sunday, noon on monday, then 4 on monday.
RI FUCKING DICULOUS.
sigh. but things are really good now. i got all unpacked and settled in yesterday. finally being together without some kind of time restraint (like, a week) is really amazing. it still hasnt really hit me yet that im here for good. it really has been amazing, though.
its so crazy up here right now. piles of snow along the streets and sidewalks are about my height from plowing.
ive been up for over an hour already, cuz i got up with him when he left for classes. so i think im gonna go watch tv or play grand theft auto and zone out.