From the Plane

9/15/10 @ 12:40pm Central Time

It just dawned on me how scary this all is. Here I was realizing what's in front of me. It's so overwhelming, and then I laughed. I realized how scary this all is just a little too late. I can't change my mind now. I just have to do it. I'm gone for months. I think I'll just have to do it scared and see what I'm made of. Now I'm tired again and I think. I'll attempt to sleep.

In descent into D.C.

I wish I was with my dad on the way to Vegas. That would surely be more fun than this. I slept most of the first leg of the journey. I don't know what that will mean for the cross-Atlantic flight. Some part of me thought it was a good idea to ask my dad not to come, but now I wonder why I thought that? A grown up to take all of the responsibility if things fall apart. The plane is wobbling and I have to pee but it'll have to wait. I hope we land soon.

D.C. 5:20pm Eastern Time

On the airplane. Holy shit. This plane rocks! There is a blanket, pillow, water bottle, and headphones for every person. Currently listening to blues. They have a camera on the front of the plane and we are watching as we taxi down the runway. All we can see right now is a plane in front of us, but still! There are two dudes blaring Justin Bieber. Now I'm listening to Dance Music! Rihanna!!! Dance Version! This flight is looking better than the last already. The first plane was tiny and neither or our book sacks would fit in the overhead bins, but on this flight both of ours fit, one in front of the other. Takeoff. Still turbulent so Hayley and I both just took a dramamine. Electro dance now.

Copenhagen 8:52 am Copenhagen time

OMG. I puked on that plane. Got nauseated and puked. I didn't have a puke bag so Haylye gave me hers. That gumbo was better going down than coming up. I wish I had a bed right now. I'm on borrowed time. I had to pay for this internet. So I think I only have 30 minutes left. I am so beat, it's not even funny...I cannot wait to get to Brussels so that I can find Buckley and sleep on her futon. And try not to puke any more. I HATE turbulence