February 27th, 2008
I'm in English right now... I'm blaming this entry on my attention deficit tendencies.
I realize that I hadn't written about my trip to washington any further. I know I can't do this in one sitting so I'll do this in parts... Here we go.
I arrived in Washington on the 9th of January. It was a long and uneventful flight... I departed from Syracuse and flew into JFK. I dreaded the JFK airport. I have reoccurring nightmares about the JFK airport.
The first time I went there, I went with my father and two little cousins to go to El Paso. Surviving my little cousins at that age was a feat in itself. Standing in the fast lane with them for 3 hours (I guess that day was an exception for the name..) was a completely different scenario all together...
After departure and a short encounter with the stewardess about my iPod, which little did she know I kept on through take-off despite her intimidation tactics (one of which being the fact that she looked like she could bench me 20 times before she threw me out of the moving plane...) my flight was alright.
Of course I immediately panicked stepping into the hellish terminal... Why in god's name did I wear 3 inch heels that day? Wait.. why would I ever wear 3 inch heels? Never again..
I rushed to my gate while in a sad attempt not to break both my ankles. Arriving at my gate 2 hours early, I was fiending for a cigarette. Unfortunately New York is not a smoking state. In fact, America was slowly fading from being a smoking country.. So I grabbed my bags and prepared to go outside for a cigarette knowing I'd have to pain myself to go back through security. With every puff I cursed the Surgeon General. And from there? I flew to Salt Lake City. And PRAISE THE MORMANS! They had a smoking section in their terminal!!!! I genuflected on the spot regardless of my agnosticism.
There's part one folks! English class is over.. I'll write more later :)
I realize that I hadn't written about my trip to washington any further. I know I can't do this in one sitting so I'll do this in parts... Here we go.
I arrived in Washington on the 9th of January. It was a long and uneventful flight... I departed from Syracuse and flew into JFK. I dreaded the JFK airport. I have reoccurring nightmares about the JFK airport.
The first time I went there, I went with my father and two little cousins to go to El Paso. Surviving my little cousins at that age was a feat in itself. Standing in the fast lane with them for 3 hours (I guess that day was an exception for the name..) was a completely different scenario all together...
After departure and a short encounter with the stewardess about my iPod, which little did she know I kept on through take-off despite her intimidation tactics (one of which being the fact that she looked like she could bench me 20 times before she threw me out of the moving plane...) my flight was alright.
Of course I immediately panicked stepping into the hellish terminal... Why in god's name did I wear 3 inch heels that day? Wait.. why would I ever wear 3 inch heels? Never again..
I rushed to my gate while in a sad attempt not to break both my ankles. Arriving at my gate 2 hours early, I was fiending for a cigarette. Unfortunately New York is not a smoking state. In fact, America was slowly fading from being a smoking country.. So I grabbed my bags and prepared to go outside for a cigarette knowing I'd have to pain myself to go back through security. With every puff I cursed the Surgeon General. And from there? I flew to Salt Lake City. And PRAISE THE MORMANS! They had a smoking section in their terminal!!!! I genuflected on the spot regardless of my agnosticism.
There's part one folks! English class is over.. I'll write more later :)
9:30 AM
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