Airport fun!
I am so cool. My giant suitcase that I chronically over pack (hello fine on the way back to Missoula) clocked in on the airport scales (which are so fucking tipped already) at EXACTLY 50 Lbs. I rule.
I am currently sitting at the Missoula International Airport (I shit you not, we are so fucking international, YAY Canada) with the perfect seat. I have all my stuff scattered about and I am staring out at the mountains watching the planes take off and land (okay, one plane has taken off, and none have landed but still!) But now some fucking Douchebag has sat on the window sill and is blocking my view. Booo.
I’m doing okay actually. My hair is unbearably statiky and all my hair ties are in my checked luggage. But other than that I am remarkably calm. Ledah and I are supposedly on the same flight to Minneapolis today but she has yet to show up at the gate so I am taking full advantage of free MSO wireless. Wooohooo.
There was this point last night when I finished packing and all other shit I was supposed to do by 9pm and I mini freaked out. I picked up the cat and squeezed it and tried to tell her “I’m so fucking scared.” But she yowled and made another bat for my face. So I put her down. And stopped being melodramatic.
Where’s Ledah? We start boarding soon.
Probably being screened extra thoroughly. Like I was. YAAAAAAAAY being wanded. Most action I’ve gotten in… oh never mind.
Yeah okay, more manic blog post ever, but hey, nothing entertains me quite like the sound of my own voice.
I am currently sitting at the Missoula International Airport (I shit you not, we are so fucking international, YAY Canada) with the perfect seat. I have all my stuff scattered about and I am staring out at the mountains watching the planes take off and land (okay, one plane has taken off, and none have landed but still!) But now some fucking Douchebag has sat on the window sill and is blocking my view. Booo.
I’m doing okay actually. My hair is unbearably statiky and all my hair ties are in my checked luggage. But other than that I am remarkably calm. Ledah and I are supposedly on the same flight to Minneapolis today but she has yet to show up at the gate so I am taking full advantage of free MSO wireless. Wooohooo.
There was this point last night when I finished packing and all other shit I was supposed to do by 9pm and I mini freaked out. I picked up the cat and squeezed it and tried to tell her “I’m so fucking scared.” But she yowled and made another bat for my face. So I put her down. And stopped being melodramatic.
Where’s Ledah? We start boarding soon.
Probably being screened extra thoroughly. Like I was. YAAAAAAAAY being wanded. Most action I’ve gotten in… oh never mind.
Yeah okay, more manic blog post ever, but hey, nothing entertains me quite like the sound of my own voice.
posted by Lark(e) at 12:10 PM
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