To start, I should mention that I did not get much sleep this past day (and as it is still 11:50 pm West Coast, this is still Friday!). I got about half an hour before my flight and maybe as much on it (though probably less). First off, it was the first time I have ever been on a plane and I rolled by myself. AS such, I think I annoyed the people in the security checkout line. But you know what, they could have given me some sort of instruction. Then, I thought I left my iPod at the security checkpoint. Turns out, I put it in my jacket pocket so I would not have full pant pockets.
I get on the plane at 6:45 in the morning and fly to Denver. Man, I loved the view from that high up. Both of my flights I had window seats with no one sitting next to me (though there was someone at the end of the aisle). It was pretty rad. I watched a movie on my huge laptop that was incredibly inconvenient. Then, I went to Denver, got some pretty bad airport food and waited for my connection. In the meantime, I charged my laptop.
The next flight left at 12:15 Denver time (so it was like 2 in the afternoon for you guys). Man, those mountains were beautiful. I mean, at the end of the range, it looked like they were reaching a hand out and trying to pull me back to that serene setting. Then, it was brown. Lots of brown. Eventually, I just hooked up my iPod and listened to the song I had stuck in my head all day. Eventually I got a few minutes of sleep. As I was leaving, my phone jumped out of my pocket. That was annoying. Eventually, I got it back and got some good ol’ California lunch. No joke, it was a giant chicken salad taco thing. It was awesome. It turns out, my sister and brother-in-law live like a block away form that guy who killed his family and then committed suicide because the economy was bad. That plus the homework was kind of a downer.
On a lighter note, when I was done with my essay, we got to play put the collar back on the naked cat and then went out to get sushi. We then hit up a real bar, a nice Irish pub. Now we’re back and I am running on my 37th(?) hour of not sleep (with the exception of those 40 or some total minutes throughout the day). Pretty roxxorz, AMIRITE? (I am right). Tomorrow we head to the beach.
Also, San Jose’s terminal C is crazy lame. Now you know (AND KNOWING IS HALF THE BATTLE!).
