Genoa's Slightly Epic Adventures :]
June 8, 2010
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6:34am
On board American Airlines flight 1379 en route to Dallas Ft. Worth.
Row 35 seats E & F
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2:20am
It’s so hard to sleep in an airport.
There’s never a good place to do it.
And you’re always paranoid about your stuff being stolen.
Jill finally fell asleep at 12:55am
I kind of slept for about an hour. But I woke up freezing.
We’re on the move again.
June 7, 2010
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7:23pm
Bags are ON THE WAYYY
[I think]
7:51pm
My bags FINALLY arrived.
Went through customs and it was a fucking mad house. I had no idea where to go.
Found out I couldn’t re-check my checked bags and started crying in front of some employee.
She checked my bags.
Tried to go through security. I am not allowed to go through until 5am because my flight isn’t until 7. WHERE THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO GO?!
I’m sitting outside of check in. Crying in to a sandwich. Everyone is staring. I fucking hate airports.
PS. I am going to strangle Jill.
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The Journey Home [so far]
3:41pm
Currently, I am on an airplane en route to Miami. I hate traveling. Especially alone with a three year old. I expect that she will become missing at some point before I make it to Denver.
Getting through security and waiting for an hour before boarding was a bitch. Jill would not behave. I smacked her, put her in time out, held her on my lap, fake called Josh, and none of it worked. So when I return home, I will have a pretty blonde girl up for grabs. Security was also a hassle because again, I cannot understand Kittitians. They tell me something, and I just don’t know what they’re saying. And they are crazy when it comes to airport customs. They wanted me to put my lipgloss in a bag. Seriously?
My back hurts and I am not looking forward to the 12.5 hr layover in Miami. I’m going to have to tranquilize Jill or SOMETHING.
5:22pm
We seriously have another hour left of flight? FML.
So. I opened my lip gloss to apply, and it started spewing everywhere. I had to put it in a barf bag. I take bad what I said about security.
Jill is finally asleep. I want to sleep. My back is killing me. Agh. Why are planes so uncomfortable?
6:50pm
We landed at 6:23pm EST
And it started raining here in Miami. And with rain comes lightning. And with lightning, my bags DON’T come. Jill and I are stuck in customs until our bags do arrive.
So close to America, yet so far far away.
June 4, 2010
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Nowhere to call home:
I’m depressed.
I really feel like I have no place to call home. A family member is sick, and I feel pressured to go back to Colorado, but at the same time, I don’t want to go.
I don’t feel like I have been here long enough to make it “worth it”. I was hoping to stay at least through the summer, maybe make it through the winter. But I don’t want to miss out on that Colorado summer. Or give up warm beaches for three feet of snow. Plane tickets are so expensive too. Even if I stayed for the fifteen months, it would be like saving a dollar or two a day just for travels. So if I were to go home today, it would be like, $20/day just to get here and back.
And if I do go home, where will I go? I have no place to stay. I won’t have a car. I spent my savings on a car here, and won’t get that money back for quite a while. I’d be burdening/mooching off someone until I could find a job, and save for a car, and save for rent to barely scrape by in my own apt. Idk if I could do that.
So what do I do? Do I stay here and wait until I have the stability to face home with a partner, but not see my grandma again or attend a funeral if that were to occur? Or do I go home and put up with my mom or dad and work my ass off to rebuild what little I had?
June 1, 2010
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Calling a state of emergency:
We’re almost out of dryer sheets.
AND
The stores here don’t sell tampons.
Care Package, anyone??
May 29, 2010
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I’m so wet:
It has been raining do much today. pouring infact.
Hurricain season begins on monday.
Bring on the storm!
May 27, 2010
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Power/Internet:
Wed: 12:28pm
Peachy. A power outage. It’s too hot for this.
I hope to god the internet comes back when the power does.
Wait…if the power has to wait for the net, who knows when it will be back on! I just hope I can turn the fan on soon.
Wed: 3:37pm
Power’s back on.
Internet is not.
Thurs: 9:30ish am
Internet is back.
Yayyyy!
Thurs: 12:33pm
Power out again.
Therefore, internet is out.
Third outage in 24 hours.
FML, WHAT TO DO??
Thurs: 2:47 pm
Hello world.
[nap time?]
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Life:
CAUTION: Discusses personal opinions that may be offensive to some.
Also- Very Very LONGGGGG
Today, I babbled on to Josh again how meaningless life is to me. I do however, believe I made some interesting points, so I’ll try to sum them up:
I feel as though life is made up of waiting for the clock to stop ticking. You can lay there and watch it, or you can partake in activities to make it tick faster. It’s your choice. Lately, I have been watching.
Arguing the statement “life’s meaning is what you make of it”. Some people believe life is for love, fame, fortune, God. I believe all cases to be idiotic.
1) LOVE - Love is a creative ideal that a person could possess an amount of concern for another greater than one for themselves. In this world, people are selfish. Completely and utterly. Chasing only what makes their lives better or easier, I’d never trust that word from another. Because love only exists on a given timeline.
2) FAME - Something completely ridiculous; it’s the ultra ego of love. People who want fame only want it so that they can feel important. Fame means nothing but lust towards a single person by many for reasons that are unimportant. Fame does not last forever, and who would want it to? There’s a lot of heat in the spotlight.
3) FORTUNE - You can spend your entire life chasing paper, but the second you die, so does your “legacy”. Money is the stupidest creation and I hate it with a passion. It fuels consumerism, stereotypes, and self worthlessness.People with money aren’t happy, and people without money aren’t either. What’s the point?
4) GOD - The only imaginary friend acceptable to society. Believing in God is for gamblers. You have a 50/50 chance, that when you die, you will burn. So why not spend your life kissing ass to something you don’t even know is real. My favourite idea of God is a projected idea of oneself. SELF RIGHTOUSNESS.
-Also. What kind of God creates people and demands worship? A waste of a life.
And after discussing some of these topics, we moved on into evolution. What type of perfect God would create man, such an imperfect organism? Why not create perfect, self sustaining life? Instead, we must consume and produce waste. I find this to be such a waste of resources. If you think about how many mouths on this planet eat a day. How much we shit. Both are completely disgusting, and it’s impossible to imagine the sheer mass of food/biproducts/trash/etc that we go through each and every day. This is not the work of a perfect being. I believe we crawled from the mud and evolution was like “hmm…this works better. We’ll go with this” and viola! Man!
What else, what else to rant on about?
I suppose, if maybe I have put my point in to words well enough for someone to understand a segment of my thinking, you’d see as to why I am depressed and feel like there is no reason for any of us to be here.
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May 26th, 2010:
Going on day six without internet. I am slowly losing my mind. There is absolutely nothing to do. Nothing I want to do. My entire network of friends, or anyone for that matter, can only be contacted through the internet. I’m so goddamn lonely. I wanna go home.
