shenanigans.

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Thursday, May 04, 2006

stranded.

well then. great week in boston. it truly was one of the best weeks i can remember. possibly the very best. i was completely satisfied, and in the end had spent more money than i had in a very. very. very long time. wow, a lot more. mom, kristin, my line of credit, credit card, and step mom can vouch for that. that is grounds for some serious intervening(hint to friends and family). anyway, today we woke up a little late, well two p.m. so alotta-late. liz, the girl who's dorm we were staying at suggested we run by a frozen yogurt place, grab some ice cream, and say our last goodbyes. we were up and out of there at four o'clock(our flight left at 5:50). dani and i were panicking but the three girls that flew back and forth from sandy to boston often let us know "we'd be fine." we finally got in the airport at five THIRTY, after the LOOONGGEEST bus ride.

the bus driver had stopped over three times in the middle of no where to fix his rear view mirrors. i was ready to strangle him, and let him know that if he wasn't going to be to the airport by five ten, i was going to beat his very face in right then and there. we ran to the checkin counter where the fat lady behind it let us know that there was no possible way we were going to make this flight. she the went on, double chins bouncing, revealing other good news, such as the fact that there were no more flights that day. and that we would be waiting until tomorrow at 6:10 a.m. for our flight. luckily they didn't charge us, because as my green pale face showed, i was in dire need for SOME good news.

dani and i took a seat in a nearby typically awkward airport chair, and, ha, "tried" to sleep for the next three hours. we had decided not to go back to the dorm, cause it would take us about four hours of transportation time. however, after the three hours of falling off the leather seat and downing a caesar salad, we came to find that we did need to go stay at the dorm. bus. subway. looooong walk. wait in this computer lab. soon will be to the dorm when we get a key from liz.

in a word-i'm going to kill mine self. funny thing is i believe the first thing i said today was "i don't want to go home!" now all i hear in my head are the same words over and over=there'snoplacelikehome. there'snoplacelikehome. there'snoplacelikehome.

piss. i guess what i'm trying to say is i'm not bipolar naturally. my life MAKES me bipolar. brilliant boston by day, stranded in an airport by night. ironic.

3 Comments:

At 7:45 PM, Blogger Dansy said...

worst night of my life. what is with our bipolar luck. one day we are having the absolute best day of our life, and luck is on our side. the next we miss our flight and are completely stranded

 
At 11:01 AM, Blogger Greedy Kristian said...

Ironic indeed. Like can't be perfect...unfortunantly.

 
At 4:58 AM, Blogger Svein Dale Soleng said...

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