OMG OMG OMG! ROTFL, this is so cool, it like the first post of 2005, man!

I hate traveling. Never travel on Christmas, to a busy airport (Minneapolis/Saint Paul), directly in the aftermath of random snowstroms in the south (how does the gulf coast of Texas get a foot of snow, while Virginia’s boarding up their houses for the 50 degree weather?), that have caused massive delays and backups of people that keep missing their flights. Trust me, if everything else I’ve ever said was crap (which is was, by the way), just listen to me now. Oh, here comes the sob story:

I’m up at five, I got four hours of sleep (don’t ask), and so by the time I’ve showered, brushed my teeth, and done all of the other stuff you can kill yourself doing in the morning because your so tired, I’m wide awake. Unfortunately, the crew “needed a rest”, so they push back our flight 6 hours until 2:10 PM. So, after using my cats as pillows for the next several hours, we get to the airport.

The bag checkers were, I’m sorry to say, less speedy than the quick brown fox that jumped over the lazy dog. We stood in line for no less than an hour, or more accurately, my sister and I sat down and read while our parents stood in line for an hour, and our plane - leaving early for some reason - missed us by a few minutes. The next flight was in two hours.

So zip ahead a few hours of me staring blankly ahead in the terminal, possible scaring a few passers-by, we get on the plane. Assuming you’ve actually read this far into my boring recount of an essentially boring period of time, I’d like to say this to you - what an incredibly stupid waste of your time! But anyway, does anyone know that horrible taste you always get in your mouth on an airplane? It’s kind of like when you wake up and your mouth has been shut and breeding germs for hours. I can’t tell if this taste is from not talking, the drinks they serve, or the air in the cabin that must have been circulated countless times through the lungs of people you don’t even want to think about on an airplane.

It’s interesting to watch people talk to each other on airplanes. You can watch them talk about their town, school, kids, anything that everyone else they know has either heard or would be to bored listening to them to care. But on an airplane, you have nothing better to do (hey, I’m writing crap about people on airplanes on an airplane, does that tell you anything?). You can see them pretending to listen, but really thinking about if they left the oven on before they left, just waiting for their five minutes in which they’re the life of the party and everyone else in their entire two-seat row wants to listen to them.

Oh, and that thing about Jon Voight I said before I left. You see, he was in National Treasure, acting as the father of a person that spends the movie running around, searching for something related to the Free Masons. But he also played a character in Lara Croft: Tomb Raider, as a father of someone that spent the movie running around, searching for something related to the Illuminati (aka, Free Masons). Well, I’m off to procrastinate finishing my science fair board,

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i’ve come to the conclusion, after being on too many plane rides to count, that its the drinks. ive also found that the only one of them that is safe to drink is the cranapple stuff, and even then only in moderation. the water- im pretty sure that stuff can kill you.

Michael post again I need an excuse to stop doing homework!!!!