Inside the Gate

I love cheap but I despise flying out of Chicago. The rents see it as another great way to spend time with me before I leave. I see it as three hours of nervous stomach. I'll never get over it. I love flying and take off never gets old or less exciting. I hate the drive, the curb, the check in and security. The drive up is a somach ache, I cant swallow, the back of my eyes hurt and I feel so gross I just want to sleep and forget about the trip. I dont talk about it though because that makes it worse and I'd cry. Just like my fears of all that can go wrong, I told Mom about them when she called and I abou cried. What happens when I get to the counter and I've lost my passport or left my wallet on my desk at school? What would I do without a passport and or wallet? I thought I lost my papers, boarding passes and residency papers for school. I had to retrace my steps until I found them in the inside pocket of my coat. Typical really.

I get too worked up and I know it and I know its all completely mental. It helps to ride with dad whos always telling some entertaining story about someone who had to poop or Purdue basketball. Music helps and I thank God for great friends who think enough to burn cd's just for this trip. They really help. They're my pump up jams for the big game. They make me raise my chin and clear my head, they say put your big girl panties on and get yourself to Dublin. People do this all the time literally. It isnt hard. I really do hate coming out of Chicago though. Indy is my airport, I know it and probably the people working there lol. Goodness that guy is tall.

Music has got to be the greatest thing ever. Its the Electric Feel of MGMT that just amkes your head move and your world right. Takes you away from this gate and its two hour wait (<-- look at that talent, I should rap.)

When planes fly over head on campus I cant help but look and wish I were up there. When I see commericial jets way up in the sky I cant help but put myself up there, wondering who is on that flight and why. Business? Boring. Vacationers, people leaving home and people coming home. Coming home is a really great feeling, but leaving home has an (s)excitment about it (you're welcome Anna Turner).

Who the eff travels in heels? Really?! What are you doing? To each their own I guess. Have fun with that.

I'm trying to pick out the Irish around me. Impossible. Maybe the gray bearded gentleman. It shouldnt be hard distinguishing Philly residence from Irish, I must not know the difference. I think that woman just came out of the mens bathroom.

Also, people having in depth conversations in the gate area are almsot as bad as those who talk on their cell with other people in the car. Gate convos are annoying, car convos I just dont like.

The reflection in the labtop screen makes me wish I brushed my hair. I dont hink I packed my hair brush...dreads here I come...and everyone know you cant have dreads without a nose ring... Holla