Day 1 (A.K.A- November 5th…er…6th?)
Welps folks. It is the…DAY OF RECONING! I have experienced things…seen things….done things that NO ONE HAS EVER DONE BEFORE! …(aside from the countless millions that actually have a life ;) )
Well anyway. Here’s how my day…er…yesterday went (since it’s like after 1am here right now. :p )
Well I finished packing my suitcase at around 1am Tuesday night (see a pattern here? Hmm…) Well I finished packing…grabbed dashie from my sister’s bed, cause he was sleeping in there and I curled him up by my side and slept with him until 5:30am. Then I woke up, got a shower and woke up my sister. During that time…I attempted to blow dry my hair nicely…<.< I only succeeded in making myself a giant frizz ball. But ah well, such is life. So I go on with my frizz ball. (Got a couple blatant stares from a couple guys :p I think they thought it was weird to see an albino with an afro… ;) ) So after I’m dressed and packed and heading out the door…I get told the car that I’m supposed to take, I can’t. Soooo yeah. Then I have to wait til dad fixes the van so I can drive it. When that’s done…me and my sister get inside and start driving off to Jess’s house, cause my sister is going to hang out with Jess’s younger sister. Yup…don’t’ feel ashamed if you’re confused…it took me a good ten min to figure out how to put it on paper. So we drive to her house and I go inside for a few min, since I don’t have to be at my aunt’s house until about 8am. I get there and Jess didn’t even go to sleep that night. Yes…bad Jess! Jon (her bro) comes out with this wicked bed head. I’m like “Nice hair.” and he responds with no hesitation “Yeah, I like yours too.” <.< Yeah…dude…don’t mess with ma AFRO!
So then…Jess tells me how she’s jealous of my trip *silent laughter* and I go and head off to my aunts house. (Yeah I am skipping minor details. I DO realize that guys are going to be reading this and they have NO real want to hear every specific detail of my day. See?! I am considerate!)
Alright…I’m cutting this way short, cause I’m uber tired.
So basically…airplanes are amazing things. Take off and landings are like giant roller coaster rides. It’s fun! ….kinda…it’s fun when you don’t have a screaming 1 year old next to you who’s so tired that she’s fighting off sleep like it’s a demon sent from hell. (no joke) So yeah…We get to Atlanta Georgia…I step off the plane, sniff the air, and am like. “Dude…it smells like fried food!” So there you have it…Georgia smells like fried food. GOOD fried food mind you. It’s a compliment. Trust me ;) I adore fried food.
ANYWAY…
So we get back on the plane and fly to Pittsburg. My little cousin is REALLY tired now. She’s screaming her head off while the plane is getting ready to take off…and when it does? THANK YOU GOD! She fell asleep. Apparently G-force makes babies sleep. Amazing don’t you think? :p So yeah…my aunt is really happy that she finally went to sleep, so we celebrate by eating our reeses peanut butter cups. :D
BUT! There’s always a but isn’t there? Don’t answer that…So anyway the stewardess comes by and is selling drinks. She figures out that the guy in front of us can speak Italian…and she’s thrilled cause she can communicate with him in Italian. So she does her job and meanders her way back over there. This time, she has a trash bag and (as all Italians do) begins talking with her hands…and very forcefully shaking the plastic bag that’s in her hands. This loud noise causes…yes…you guessed it, my cousin to wake up screaming. By now I’m wondering if I should either assist my aunt in the murder of this woman, or follow the cop car to the slammer…:p But yes…my aunt had murder in her eyes. Scary sight, I hope none of you EVER have to see it!
So my cousin is screaming/crying off an on the entire rest of the flight. When we finally get off and get her into a stroller, she starts acting a little less tired and is entertained. We meet up with my great Aunt and Uncle. That was fun :D Then we get to the car…and my uncle proceeds to tell me how I’m “Too skinny and how I need to put on some weight.” and “Breaha’s going to be 10 pounds heavier when she comes back home.”
Inside I’m screaming… “YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! I’M TRYING TO LOSE WEIGHT! NOT GAIN ANY!!!!” But yes…for the entire rest of the night, he tried to make me eat anything and everything. (And no, I am NOT skinny.)
So we are driving home…and *grins* I got a call from one of the best guys on earth J I talked to him a while and he stated some interesting stuff. One of which shattered my heart forever…he…has…a girlfriend. *sobs* I meant so little to him! I’m hurt for all of eternity! *cuts drama and signs up for acting lessons* Yeah…gonna need those…
So now I’m here…in a house I have no idea where it is…next to my aunt on a queen sized bed. (I really hope she forgives my snoring…that and my typing…*nervous laughter* hehe…hi?) Welps I think I’m going to go to sleep now…and try to get over this newfound conundrum called…Jet leg…*ponders the thought as she hits save and posts blog…* Laters all!
~Gan♥
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