Stumble it!So, I’ve made approximately three attempts on three different days to update this blog via my new psp that I got for Christmas from my brother. All three times were failures. On the last time I was so very close to doing it, when a girl from one of my classes came trotting along and ruined it with conversation. Though, to be fair, I did enjoy her company and her fruit salad.
Anyway, I’m back in La La Land, and have been for an entire week (well it’ll be a week Sunday). The flight was my most miserable yet. The misery began on Saturday afternoon around two or three hours into my mother nagging me about how inconviently and selfishly I had booked a 6:40 am flight from JFK, and that she WOULD NOT accompany me to the airport. I said fine. Then she continued the noise, complaining about how she didn’t want her son driving me to the airport that early when it was supposed to be rainy and icy and there was sure to be death waiting anxiously around every curve. I couldn’t stand it anymore so I huffed and proclaimed that I would go to the airport that evening, around 10 or 11 pm so that my brother could get back before the rain started. Though she was supposed to object to me sitting in the airport all night, this solution satisfied her. Shit.
Fast-forward to me arriving at JFK around 1:00 am. It turns out you can’t go through security until 3 a.m. (why? I have no idea), so I had to wait in the seating area by the front doors until then to get inside. Now, you may not know this about me, but whenever I sit idly in a public aread for any extended amount of time, I am immediately sniffed out by a creepy middle-aged man. This particular man was very French and Haitian, pushing thirty, and toting around a boy toddler. At this point, I’ve discovered that talking to these men is pretty harmless so I didn’t mind being engaged in conversation. He informed me that this made me very charming, proceeded in flirting with me, and then later said he found my short hair “sexy, for lack of better word.”
He then gave me his phone number and email.
Once I got through security with my lighter undetected and got on the airplane on time, I slept for the first three hours, and then spent then next three in some sort of wild animal state that one only experiences when they’ve been sleep deprived. All in all, not the worst trip, but my most miserable yet.
School is offering all the trials and tribulations I have come to expect. I have a series of small projects for an animation fundamentals class, a 30 second 3D animation, a 30 second 2D animation, the story boards for my senior thesis project, nine books for Native American Literature, and a poetry portfolio to complete by the end of this semester. Not to mention this animation this girl wants me to do for her non-profit.
Love life? Things happening, but boring things that I shall save for another post. Hopefully something juicy will happen to spice up my blog.
With Alotta Love,
zeezeecakes
Tags: airport, Animation, creepy men, la
