Wednesday, May 18, 2011

The airport, my man. The airport.

Man. I hate night flights like I hate late afternoon/evening exams. Because you just sit there all day and frankly, you should already be totally studied up and should have already packed. So the day is just shot, a total waste.

I actually DID do most of my studying prior to the day of my last, late afternoon tax exam, but the day was still wasted with minor cram-studying or trying to convince myself IT'S COOL, YO.

But right now I kinda feel like barfing...it's not like I have much packing left to do, and quite frankly, I do still have 13 goddamn hours. It's just the stress of OHMYFUCKINGGOD. I will be gone for nearly 3 months and I hope I don't forget anything. Like seriously, this morning I woke up (at some ungodly hour) and it was the first time I actively thought hey, I should probably set my passport with my wallet. This is the sort of shit just now crossing my mind? We may have a problem.

I also think I get more high-strung and less flexible the older I get. Considering I totally cried on the first day of second grade because I missed the instruction about where to put my lunch box, you can imagine that these are the sort of days when you probably don't want to be around me.

2 comments:

Veloute said...

If you're like me at all, it gets worse. Or maybe I just notice it more...

Ellen Aim said...

Nah, it's a pretty steady level of crazy, but exxxtreme.

I am sure Alex remembers me nearly melting down back in 2001 at Kirby Lane around 2am when we couldn't sleep and I was about to leave for LAX/Tokyo in a few hours. Why was I freaking? I think because I hadn't mailed the electric bill? It was something rad like that.