The Nightmare Before (During and After) Thanksgiving

I know this happened almost a week and a half ago but I haven't managed to get on here until now.

Thanksgiving break. I time when we are suppose to be around our family and (more importantly) eat food (Yummm!)! This year I didn't get that. You may have heard in the news how got stuck in the Chicago O'Hare Airport because of a blizzard... well, they were talking about me. At least that was the beginning of it. They could have made a Chevy Chase movie about what happened to me. It all started the day before Thanksgiving...

After I was done with my classes I got on the Shuttle service Van thingy to get the the airport. I got to the airport now problem. Then I got my Boarding pass fine. And I got through security without being dragged into the back room with the bright light to be interagated. I thought that this was turning out to be a pretty good trip... I was wrong... Buh buh buuuuuuuuuuuuuh!

First they delayed my flight for an hour. Then with two minutes left until that hour was over, they delayed it a half-hour. They kept doing this almost time to go... "HA!HA! You gotta wait more!" game that they played till my flight had been delayed for four hours. Now, this wouldn't have been so bad if I had been in a normal airport... you know the ones... they have places to get food and buy magazines... but no! I was in Conneticut's wonderful Bradley International Airport. So I was starving and bored beyond belief. Well, they finally boarded us into the plane, but we didn't take off right away. They made us sit in the plane for an hour. By the time we took off I was suppose to already be in my parent's car driving home... possibly stopping at a drive through to get a burger and fries.

We finally got to Chicago O'Hare but they wouldn't let us off the plane right away... we had to sit on the tarmac for a Half-hour before we could get to our gate. I finally got off of that airplane. I went to the nearest monitor to see what gate I was suppose to goto because all the staff on the plane assured me that my connecting flight would be delayed at least as long as my first one did. I looked but my connecting flight wasn't on the monitors. There were plenty of flights that said delayed and canceled. But there was no flight to Tucson displayed on there. I couldn't exactly ask anybody because every airport worker was swamped with a line that looked like at least a two hour wait. So, I called my parents on my cell-phone. They called up the airlines and apparently they had cancelled my flight. They could have changed delayed to cancelled on the monitor, but no, some moron just deleted it so I had no idea what was going on. Here I was thinking that it had left and I missed it because of my plane. I went and got a burger from the McDonald's because I was starving... I figured that I had a while to rebook my flight since there were no Tucson flights on the monitors, and I was starving. I called my parents again as a stood in line for the rebooking desk. I was trying to explain to the what was going on and then my cell phone battery died. I couldn't get out of line because I had already been in it for about a half-hour an the line kept getting longer. So I waited. I decided to finish my McDonald's and I did. but for some reason the line was curved out away from the garage bin. So I had to do some Yoga moves in order to reach it. I finally got up to the Rebooking Desk and I picked up the little red phone. I talked to the agent and she said that they couldn't get me to Tucson untilt he day AFTER Thanksgiving. So she ask me if she coul put me on hold so she could call some other airlines to see if anybody could get me in for Thanksgiving. She put me on hold for like an hour. She finally got on and said that America West had a flight that I could get on in the afternoon of Thanksgiving and that that was the earliest flight that I could get on. Of course I said okay, I'd get home late on Thanksgiving but at least I'd get there on Thanksgiving. I got the information to get my tickets from America West and hung up. I talked to the agents behind the rebooking desk that were giving discount tickets for hotel rooms... I figured I should get one. So I got one and ran to a pay-phone. For some reason the pay-phones in O'Hare wouldn't let me call long distance, so I figured I could call my parents at the hotel room. I went to where the hotel shuttles were and I waited for the one from the hotel that I got the discount ticket from. I waited for 2 hours in a Chicago blizzard, not something I would advise fellow Desert Dwellers to do. The shuttle for that hotel never came so finally I just hoped on one for Super Motel 8. I got there and checked in and signed-up for a wake-up call and a ride in the shuttle the next morning. I got into my room and picked up the phone and dialed. Busy signal... I did this for about a half-hour when I realized that it was the hotels phone. I went to the front desk and apparently they forgot to unlock the phone so I could use it. I called my parents and told them what was going on. I hung up then turned off the lights to goto sleep. "Drip! Drip!" My roof was leaking. At this point I didn't care. I was just so tired I went to sleep.

The next morning I got up and went to the airport and everything seemed fine, except for havingn to watch football in the airport (I'm not a big sports fan. I like playing them, just not watching them). I Got to Tucson no problem. I ate Thanksgivingn dinner then went to bed. The next day was fine. The day before I left was fine as well, except for what happend in the evening. This was the thing that bugged me the least out of what happened duringn the break. My friend's mother called me up and asked me if I could help her. Apparently she was looking after her friend's, cousin's, fiance's mother. The poor old lady had fallen out of her chair on the floor and couldn't get up. My friend's mother couldn't get her up because apparently the poor thing was blind and suffered from dementia so she wasn't exaclty helping get off the floor. My mom and I went down there and help her off the floor and into the wheelchair. We got her into her bed and then my mother and I left.

The next day I got on the plane and flew to Dallas. This flight was perfectly fine. I got to Dallas and then got on the plane to fly to Conneticut. As we were takingn off I realized that I had the wrong keys. I had the keys to my car in Tucson, not the ones to my dorm room. We got to cruising altitude and I got out my CD player. I pressed play and nothing happened. I stared fooling around with the hold switch thinging that might have been the problem. then I heard a snap. I broke it. So here is my CD playing set on repeat, witht he hold switch broken. It was gonna play until the batteries ran out, or I took them out. I started fooling with he headphones and found out that is what wasn't working. That was the last disaster from that break. I hope you all had a less stressful Thanksgiving...

Snow!

Wow... I haven't written on here for a while... Guess what? The other day it snowed! Apparently it snowed once when I was 2 years old, but I don't remember it at all... So this was my first memory of snow... People made fun of me cause I was the only person who was playing in the snow... I saw the ground go from green and brown... to white! It was amazing... I spun around in circles while the snow fell down around me for like an hour... Then I got dizzy... How come you never get dizzy until you stop spinning? It's kinda wierd... And don't give me any answers like what you need to give for: Why are things always in the last place you look? I'm serious... Whenever I spin around in a circle I never get dizzy until I AFTER I have stopped spinning around in a circle... Well I'm out of things to say (which isn't like me at all... I think I'm getting sick...)... So bye!!! (And why is it that I use so much punctuation???)

October Break

I just got back from October Break. I went home to Arizona. After being in Vermont for the past few months I couldn't be more ready to go back to the desert. Most other people seem to think that the desert is some barren, ugly place... But they couldn't be more wrong... The desert is the most beautiful and majestic place on this planet. The Mesquite Bugs buzzing... The stars shining bright overhead at night... The simple pleasure and pride of racing from the shade of one shrub to the shade of another... The warm desert wind blowing across your face... Always being warm an dry... The heat of the sun radiating off of rocks even long after the sun has set... I loved going back. Something else about the desert is how it seems like it's easier to see things at night there... Here in Vermont it seems like, that at night, everything is shades of gray and black; in the desert, everything seems to be a deep royal purple in the darkness. It rained while I was there! I had a few drops hit me and then it was gone... That's another thing about the desert, everybody has an active appreciation for water! Here in the North East, people seem to take it for granted, they pour whole bottles of it into the ground... And then they get mad at me for hitting them! They shouldn't waste water! It's not like we have our water rationed out to us in Arizona (We are pretty close to having to do that though), but we still seem to appreciate it more than some places... It's weird though, it seems like it's harder to stay hydrated in humidity. Somethings are hard for me to get used to up here in Vermont. But then again why wouldn't they? I am a desert creature! This is the forests...

Anyways... I finished reading Frank Herbert's "Dune" on the plane ride to Vermont. Excellent book! Anybody who hasn't read it, should... Especially if they like Science Fiction or Fantasy genres... It's sort of like Star Wars in how it combines the two genres, but no incest kisses! It was fun because all the plants and animals that they talked about in the book (except for bulls and Sand Worms) live in the very same desert of my birth. When I got back to school put a cold weather mask that's for protecting your face from the cold on my face, the hood from my hoody on my head and got out my plastic Darth Maul Lightsaber. I looked just like a Sith Master! I flung the door to my dorm room open and ran in screaming, "Bow before the power of the Sith!" I threw a green lightsaber at my roommate. He caught it and extended the blade. We fought a battle worthy of being in a George Lucas film! He ran out the door and I chased him. We fought around campus with me yelling out things like "Die Jedi Swine!" Evereybody laughed at us... but it was fun... What good are friends if you can't hit them over the head with a plastic lightsaber anyways? Well, gotta go for now. Need to get ready for class... May the Force be with you!

My Political Rant

Ugh... For my Critical Perspectives class I have to watch Micheal Moore-on's "Farhenheit 911." Why do people even watch that man's stuff? I tried watching "Bowling for Columbine" but I couldn't get through 5 minutes of it before I had to leave... The combination of how boring it was with how much absolute bull-shit (please excuss my language) comes out of that man's mouth... I just couldn't take it... I had to leave. There was no other choice... People talk about how "funny" he is... What sort of lame sense of humor do these people have!?

Anyways... within the past 24 hours I've had AT LEAST 10 people tell me that I can't have my own opinions. That if I don't think just exactly the same way they do, then there is something wrong with me... And why? Because I said that I was going to vote for Bush in the upcoming election... And why did I say that? Because I happen to agree with more of the things that Bush stands for than I do with Kerry... Actually, I have no clue what Kerry stands for... In fact, nobody has a clue what Kerry stands for... And frankly, I don't like suprizes... at leastt we know what Bush will mess up... Kerry will mess things up too, we just don't know what those things will be. But in all likely-hood, he will mess up everything... His entire platform is based off 2 things...
1) He served in Vietnam
2) He isn't Bush
My dad served in Vietnam, and he isn't Bush... and my dad also knows the meaning of a hard days work (something that Kerry has never known). I guess that means that we should all vote for my dad this November, cause he is obviously FAR more qualified to be President than either candidate (since if you have the name Bush that means that you aren't qualified to be president). People tell me all the time that Bush is a moron. And then they expect me to believe that Bush "decieved" America. I got news for you... In order to decieve somebody you have to be smarter than them... So either Bush is a moron, or he's an evil genius... SO MAKE UP YOUR MINDS!!! He's a moron because he can't talk right... So talking isn't his strong point... Aristotle thought shoes gave birth to mice and we herald him as a genius... Besides... Kerry is too stupid to understand that the President lives where he works... (That dumb joke he make. "If oil prices get any higher the President and Vice President will have to car pool to work.")

The thing I don't get about Kerry is that he won the Democratic Primaries for the dumbest datch-phase of ALL time, "Bring it on!" Also, he's asked Bush to condemn the Swift Boat Veterans for Truth comercials and book several times... Even AFTER Bush had publically condemned them... Kerry should really think about getting hearing-aids before he starts thinking about becoming president... And why doesn't he condemn "Farenheit 911"? That is a web of deception spun to thwart a certain Presidential Candidates campaign... Conspiracies of Deciet are apparently Okay as long as they are focused on Conservative Political figures...

Also Kerry claimed back in the late 60's that he personally shot a civilian in the back and burned villages... Which happen to be considered War Crimes by the Geneva Accord... What most of the Vietnam Vets who oppose him are angry with him about are these claims that he made, and then he calls them liars... So he is either a lier or a War Criminal. If he is the former he is not fit to be president... If he is the latter he is not fit to be walking the streets as a free man...

I'll probably rant more about politics latter, but I'm making myself angry for bitching so much...

Current Top 10 Favorite Video Games

1. Star Wars Galaxies: An Empire Divided (MMORPG)
2. Planescape: Torment (RPG)
3. Fallout 2 (RPG)
4. Halo (FPS)
5. Dynasty Warriors 4 (Action)
6. Star Wars: Battlefield (FPS)
7. Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic (RPG)
8. Star Craft (RTS)
9. Star Wars Jedi Knight: Jedi Academy (FPS)
10. Fallout (RPG)

Most Scary Dream I've Ever Had

This is about the most scary dream that I have ever had. I happened about a year ago. I thought to put it one here while I was sleeping last night.

I was laying on my bed with my eyes closed. Nothing abnormal about that, except I was laying on my back, and I usually sleep on my stomach or my side. It's just more comfortable for me. Another odd thing was there was a lot of pressure on my chest, like somebody was sitting on it. Anyways, I tried to roll over on my side, but I couldn't. Infact, I couldn't move any part of my body, except my eyes and eyelids. So I opened them up, only to be looking at several faces staring down at me. I can't really describe them very well because the only distinguishing feature these faces had was the cold, emotionless, genderless, and featureless look they had. They had eyes, noses, and mouths. Just these parts and they were all the exact same. I tried to ask them who they were and what they were doing, but I couldn't move my lips and I couldn't force any air out of my lungs to make any sound. One of them reached it's arm out at me. I panicked! I don't normally do that either... I tried to yell at them to leave me alone and to go away. I tried to get up so that I could physically force them to leave me alone. But I couldn't. I tried and tried. The pressure on my chest became tighter and tighter. I became more and more desperate. It almost touched me when I was able to free myself. I sat up and screamed, "NOOOOOOOOOOO!" It was loud enough to have woken up the entire dorm...

I looked around. I was alone in the room... My door was locked... It had the chain on it... The window was latched shut... I was breathing heavily and I was in a cold sweat... The experience left me very disturbed, and I had trouble falling back to sleep.

Funny Story

Everybody has that one word that they think is hilarious, even when it isn't. Mines Waffles...

The other night some of my friends and I were in the Dorm watching Everybody Loves Raymond. My roommate yelled out, "Waffles!" So I naturally start laughing histarically. My friend Alan for some reason always starts laughing whenever I do, so he starts to laugh too. After a good minute of laughing, we calm down. The first thing we hear on the TV is Robert (Raymond's brother) saying, "Belgian Waffles." Alan found it so funny he got up and ran, but the door was in the way. Yes. My friend ran into the door over the word "Waffles" and I'm gonna rub it in everytime I see him...

Vermont

So I'm here in Vermont for school... The leaves are starting to change colors... AND IT'S SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO COLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm use to the warm winds of the desert, not the cold of New England! I've never even seen snow before... I'm gonna freeze this winter...

Blog

Hey! I just made my blog... Don't have anything to add right now, but like most things... I'll probably get an idea as soon as I try to goto sleep...