Oh my! I noticed I haven't written in here for nearly 6 months! Well, I update my blog WAY more often on myspace than I do any where else. If you have a myspace, DO NOT ADD ME LOL. It's only for people who I am close to (but you know how people want to be nosy and add you anyway, thank goodness for the preferred list & privacy options)!! I know, nothing on the internet or the computer is ever completely private but oh well.
An update on myself...
I finally got on the plane and flew my ass back to the states. It only took me 4 days to get here but it was quite an adventure. The plane ride from Japan to Hawaii took a total of 9 hours. I had a 24 hour layover in Hawaii so I stayed the night there. I regret to say that I chose to stay in my ant infested hotel room instead of checking out the nightlife. I mean, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity to roam around by myself and no one to babysit. Well, hopefully there will be more opportunities to arise in the near future.
After spending 24 hours in Hawaii, the flight to California took 5 and a half hour. We were just about 5 minutes from landing and had to fly to Washington because of FOG! I HATE FOG!!! So we flew to Washington and the layover there was 30 freakin' hours! Are they shittin' me? Me and a couple of girls I met on the plane decided to rent a car and drive our ass back to Cali! We thought about it for a while and was skeptical because for 1; it's a long drive, 2; we would have to drive through snow, and 3; it's a long freakin' drive!
Linda calls me minutes later and tells me I should go hop on the next flight from Seattle to Sacramento. I didn't have much money so I'd rather drive with the girls. Soon after, she found out the plane tickets were only $98. The girls and I decided to just purchase the tickets and take our asses home! We wait outside in the cold for a taxi to what seemed like forever, and to our surprise, it never showed up. I then call for another taxi and told them specifically how many people we had and that each of us had a shitload of luggage and that we would need some sort of van or suv to haul it to Seattle Int'l.
After about 15 minutes or so (you wouldn't believe this), a fuckin' wagon pulls up and to our amazement, it was our taxi. I walk up to the man that seem to have had various forms of bumps and boils on his face and asks him if his shit of a wagon taxi will accommodate all of us and our things. He looks at me like I was crazy and said told me he can try. I told him we didn’t want the taxi any more and he starts giving me a lecture. THIS FOOL GOT ON MY NERVES! SCARY ASS MOFO! I would NEVER get in a taxi with a man lookin’ like someone from Night of Living Dead. My goodness he looked scary. After about 5 minutes of him roaming around the parking lot and looking at us every so often, he leaves and we call an airport shuttle.
I wasn’t prepared for the weather at all. Japan is always so hot and humid I didn’t plan ahead of how cold it would be back in the states. I had a few pairs of jeans and tank tops. I put on the 2 sweaters I had brought and was still freezing! It was pretty sad. After finally arriving at the airport, the girls and I decided to go ahead and try the stand-by flight at 1pm instead of our 3pm flight. We wait around and what do you know, everyone boards and we got called on to hop on the plane! Right? NO! They scan our tickets right before we boarded and said I couldn’t go because I didn’t get cleared through security. What the fuck? They cannot be serious. I was soooo close – inches away from finally going home…
The lady tells me I have EXACTLY 4 minutes to run to the security area (which was probably about I’m guessing a fourth of a mile, it felt like more) and get the supervisor – not just any one – but a SUPERVISOR to check me and clear me. With no questions being asked (that would have been time), I just started running like I was running for my life trying to come to America from Vietnam LOL JK. No offense.
So, when I got to the security area, I flagged a random worker down and asked where I would go to get cleared. He told me it was at the end of that security area and I will find it on my left. At this point, I was tired, out of breath and worried (the other girl had my other plane ticket, the 3pm one). I saw a group of workers standing around chattin’ it up so I wave my ticket to them telling them I need to get cleared and that my plane is leaving in 1 minute! They hurried over and opened up all the zippers on my backpack and told me to take off my shoes, spread my legs and put my arms up. They checked everything and logged it somewhere and on some binder and what not. I thanked them and began to run back…I’ve never ran so fast before in my entire life. I now know how it must feel back in Vietnam LOL for some reason I can’t stop thinking about Vietnam or some sort of 3rd world country when I was running (must be all the stories I hear from my MOMs). It was horrible.
Back to my adventure, I ran so fast that I couldn’t even breathe. I had to stop to catch my breath. As soon as I did, I thought to myself, I must run; if not, I won’t be able to make it. So, that’s what I did. I ran…and what do you know…the freakin’ area is so big this lady decides to playfully roll her grandfather or father or whatever the fuck he is, in his wheelchair around and around. I was running so fast with people walking and in my way everywhere, I had to jump over his legs!! Everyone probably thought I was crazy. I swear I only see that on TV. Who really run their heart out and for what? – to miss their flight.
So, I’m running, jumping hurdles and what else could possibly happen? I get a cellular call! I pick up my mobile and it’s Vincent. He wants to know what I’m doing and where I was (I had told him we were going to drive from WA to CA). As you know, I could barely talk on the phone while running and out of breath, so I told him I was going to miss my flight, and that I WILL if I keep talking to him. We hung up and as I got closer, I came to a realization that I will NEVER make it. I stopped and almost CRIED! LOL not really, but I was BUMMED. I felt stupid for running and to think that I would make it within 4 minutes. Hey, I tried didn’t I?
As soon as I caught a breath, I kept running and when I got to the gate, the lady was JUST about to leave. She looked at me by surprise and couldn’t believe that I had made it! She was really nice and gave me a better seat! – right behind 1st class (lots of leg room).
Oh goodness, what could have made my trip worse than it already has? Of course, a crying ass baby on the plane! And, on top of that, it was ME holding it! LMAO. One of the girls I met on the plane, had twins. I was to hold one of them on my lap because my ticket is with an infant. She sat some where in the back. I couldn’t get up to take her daughter to her because, well you know, when you board the plane, you gotta sit your ass down and wait ‘til we get up in the air and stable before you can start unbuckling and getting up.
Once we got up in the air, I went up and walked towards the back and switched babies. This one was really good – slept the whole way. You would think I have had enough of hours and hours of layovers, waiting, and running right? WRONG! As soon as we were about to land, the stewardess gets on the PA system and says, “Welcome to San Francisco.” What the fuck? Are they shittin’ me? How many days does it really take to get from Japan to Sacramento? Really though?
Moments later, the same lady, gets back on the thing and apologizes and meant to say Sacramento. WHEEEW. After FINALLY arriving Sacramento, we go to baggage claim and sees that everyone is standing around. No luggages were coming out onto the conveyor belt. WHAT THE FUCK?! Once again, we were delayed. Maybe about 15 minutes to half an hour later, we see luggages coming out of a conveyor belt in the next room and went to check it out. I recognized my luggages (thank goodness for my pink luggage strap) and grabbed it and bounced!
My sister picked me up and with what - a tiny ass Prelude. My luggage was too big to fit in the trunk so I had to toss it in the back seat. MAH FAN AH! minutes later, HOME SWEET HOME. Was it worth it?
To be continued on myspace…
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