Interim.
So today was a moderatly stressful day of travel. I woke up pretty early, so automatically thats kind of balls. I then cut the timing pretty close. I realized when I got to my grandparents place, since they were driving me to the airport, that I did not have my digital camera. I most likely left it in my room but there is no one trustworthy enough in my family who would go through the effort to look for me. I guess laziness runs pretty hard in my family. So no camera for this last leg of school. Then we drive to the airport and in the airport get stopped by a cop for speeding. At this point I am about 50 minutes from departure. True my gradfather was doing 60mph in airport but still c'mon, so the cop just gave him a warning. He could obviously tell we were awesome.
The flight is not bad. Terrible food they make you pay for, sappy romantic comedy movie, jerks congregating around the bathroom, screeming babies, it was pretty much normal plane fare. It went by fast at least. I then dragged out to the supershuttle and on the shuttle back realized my ipod was gone. Well shit, I left it in the magazine pounch in front of me. So I call the airport, the plane has already left back for LA no ipod was found in my seat. I then call LA to ask them to search when the plane gets in. Its a message machine, the office is only open on weekdays. For some reason Dulles has someone who can talk to me but LAX does not. I then call the airlines to try to get a person at the gate in LA who can check. They lie and tell me they dont have that number. Then after making up a hypothetical situation involving a man on the plane with a stroke, the woman concedes they do have the number they just won't tell me, obviously because they hate their customers. Well crud, I'll try when the office opens tomorrow. Looks like I was too dazed by traveling to take care of my stuff. Thats the way it goes.
Some good news, looks like I am going all around europe this summer staying at some free housing in London, Paris, and Florence. I am then probably going to my cousin's wedding in Isreal since its only like an hour away. I probably will work out this whole middle east "crisis" and then fly home. I still don't know what I will do after I get back from the trip for a year but at least I can put it off until september.
If I ever get my camera, I will post pics of Yuji's visit, but I am not holding my breath. A further continuation in my experiment with long posts.
The flight is not bad. Terrible food they make you pay for, sappy romantic comedy movie, jerks congregating around the bathroom, screeming babies, it was pretty much normal plane fare. It went by fast at least. I then dragged out to the supershuttle and on the shuttle back realized my ipod was gone. Well shit, I left it in the magazine pounch in front of me. So I call the airport, the plane has already left back for LA no ipod was found in my seat. I then call LA to ask them to search when the plane gets in. Its a message machine, the office is only open on weekdays. For some reason Dulles has someone who can talk to me but LAX does not. I then call the airlines to try to get a person at the gate in LA who can check. They lie and tell me they dont have that number. Then after making up a hypothetical situation involving a man on the plane with a stroke, the woman concedes they do have the number they just won't tell me, obviously because they hate their customers. Well crud, I'll try when the office opens tomorrow. Looks like I was too dazed by traveling to take care of my stuff. Thats the way it goes.
Some good news, looks like I am going all around europe this summer staying at some free housing in London, Paris, and Florence. I am then probably going to my cousin's wedding in Isreal since its only like an hour away. I probably will work out this whole middle east "crisis" and then fly home. I still don't know what I will do after I get back from the trip for a year but at least I can put it off until september.
If I ever get my camera, I will post pics of Yuji's visit, but I am not holding my breath. A further continuation in my experiment with long posts.











