Yesterday (it seems like it's been a couple days already), Elliot dropped me off at the San Francisco, CA airport around 11:30pm. I agree with him when I say that the ride there didn't feel like a couple hours, but much shorter. :( I type this while snuggling with Foofur. So not only did the ride seem shorter than desired, but my flight was delayed by about an hour...so that's more time I could have spent with my hunny. But at least I had the E-Reader Carrie gave me, so I distracted my own personal sadness with A Stolen Life: A Memoir by Jaycee Dugard. And then...I boarded my first flight to Houston, TX...
You always wonder what kind of person will be sitting next to you on airplanes...especially if you have had my luck and always find yourself sitting next to the snorer, the drooler on your shoulder, the person who won't shut up and let you sleep, etc. Anyways, it turns out that I was in-between a father and son (might I make the obvious-to-the-smart-people comment that they could have sat next to each other and offered me the aisle seat since it's more awkward to sit in-between two complete strangers, yet who know each other and talk across you), and the son was very tired, since it was around 1:00am. He ended up not only constantly moving around, but grabbing my arm to act as a pillow, placing his pillow near my lap so his head was on my leg, trying to sleep while sitting up (who the heck does that besides vampires?!!), but then ended up just slamming his head onto my shoulder and having it sting for the next half hour, etc. Now this may be cute if he was like five, then I wouldn't have minded and thought, Oh, how cute. But no...*irritated voice* he was around fifteen or sixteen, more than old enough to know not to get into a complete stranger's personal space and to not try to make them their own personal pillow.
Me focusing on being the empathetic person I am, I did not slap him upside the head and tell him to get the hell off of me...even though I wanted to inside. It took a lot of patience, and I resorted to looking at his father next to me with an expression of, "Could you please tell your son to get off of me?" But the boy kept on moving around and getting into my personal space, so I ended up not feeling comfortable enough to fall asleep myself, and did not actually take a nap until around 4:00am, when he finally discovered that he could fall asleep against the window.
SO that was the first airplane ride...the second one was almost just as bad. I ended up getting the window seat, which made me happy...until I first heard the girl's laugh sitting next to me. Imagine a nasally, yet high-pitched sound that is more like a guffaw than a regular laugh, and is also loud enough to make the people from three rows ahead to look back with similar expressions on my face, What the hell?... Since I didn't get any sleep from the first airplane flight (only about 45 min.), I figured I would catch up on my sleep on this flight, since I was pretty much in a tired daze, being 7:00am with only 45 min. of sleep. But nooooooo...EVERY SINGLE FREIKIN TIME I tried to close my eyes and sleep, the girl (around 15 as well) would find something hilarious (I swear she must have found oxygen amusing because she would sometimes laugh when no one was even talking to her), and I would be jolted awake...with a sudden urge to grab a taser from my purse. :D The only time I actually slept at all was when she was sleeping as well, and that's because she didn't laugh while she slept...thank GOD! I would like to say that that is the only annoying thing that happened on that flight....but no, that would be too much mercy for sleep-deprived Crystal. Her and her 13 year-old girl friend sitting next to her would lean OVER ME to look out the window at clouds....CLOUDS!! NOT EVEN BEAUTIFUL MOUNTAINS, BUT FREIKING WHITE FLUFFY THINGS FLOATING IN THE SKY THAT WE SEE EVERYDAY! To top off a cherry on my strong distaste for this girl sitting next to me, I notice an obnoxiously shallow trinket on her backpack that says in a stupid glittery and pink color, "Life is too short to date ugly guys." This coming from the unattractive herself 15 year-old, wearing too-tight-for-her-body shorts that make her fat roll out and laughs like a horse that needs to be shot to put it out of its misery. *takes deep breath with closed eyes* At least meeting my host family was a very pleasant experience, even though there were a lot of confused, blank expressions because of my oh-so-great Spanish-speaking skills. I thought that none of my family members speak English, but that's only the parents. My sister and brother speak English, so once I found that out, the communication was a lot easier because I constantly asked, "Cómo se dice..." (How do you say...) A new adventure awaits tomorrow morning because that is when I have my first ACM meeting with the other students! :D
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