Beward the Ides of March! OoooOOOoooo!

Actually, I think the real Ides was yesterday. Everyone just likes to think it’s today. ((A/N: No, today is the Ides, I was right the first time)) Bleh, well, either way, got up early today, finished stuffing everything into my bag and backpack, which was surprisingly easy, and gave a few last longing looks at my laptop and cell phone before turning them off. Yeah, I know, it’s only for a little over a week, but I’m a hermit. As such I pretty much live on the internet, sad as that sounds. You can’t blame me for being sad about my cell phone, though, I’m not going to be able to talk to anyone really until I get back. Considering that I’m going to be on the OTHER SIDE OF THE PLANET, that’s pretty scary. Even at this point, it really doesn’t feel like this is happening. I don’t know what I keep thinking will happen that will make this…not…be real…but it just doesn’t seem like I’m really going to be going to Italy or that I’m going to fly over a whole frikkin’ ocean just to get there.

God, I never thought that would happen. I’m kind of afraid of water. Even if it’s just the bathtub filled with standing water it’s…really eerie. It’s horrifying when I can’t touch the bottom of whatever body of water I’m swimming in. So, yeah, oceans freak me out. I can go out and wade around in the shallow water, but even then I have to be with someone. Otherwise…no, just no. It’s too creepy. Try as I might to go out by myself, I get too scared to have any fun. I keep thinking paranoid thoughts about our plane going down in the middle of the ocean and then what the news will say about us and how Vin will be left all alone because his wife and unborn son drowned and that they’ll never find our bodies so they’ll have to bury empty caskets and…and…I really need to stop being this paranoid. It doesn’t help anything.

Wow, I really didn’t say anything about what happened today did I? Well, it’s not really significant anyway. I started feeling a little sick on the flight to Denver, then when we got off of the plane there was no little covered path/platform thing that led from the door to the inside of the airport. We just had to climb down the stairs out into the open and then walk in ourselves, which is joyous because it was nice and cold in Denver. Then I got a sandwich inside, we waited, we boarded and Sarah was two rows ahead of me and my damn backpack wouldn’t fit under the seat in front of me. It was something weird about how the seats were set up so that there was a metal bar right in the middle of my little area, giving me about a hand’s width of space to work with. Luckily, though, none of the flight attendants seemed to notice so I didn’t have to put it up in the overhead compartment. Madeline, a girl on the trip who I actually only talked to much later (but I am technically writing this in the future, so, y’know, whatever), sat in front of me and some…guy that didn’t speak very good English sat next to me. He was with the guy sitting next to Madeline. Probably on a business trip or something, though at one point the evil German stewardess, for this is what we dubbed her later, asked if we were traveling together. I…don’t really know why. Maybe she thought we were both morons and so must know one another. Dunno, we never even talked or anything. Even when he had to go to the bathroom—I was in one of the two aisle seats in the middle row we were sitting in—I just got up without him having to ask. I mean, when the person next to you starts getting up, you kinda figure you should jump up and do them the courtesy of not forcing them to climb over you. And he only had to get up twice. It was a ten hour flight and he only got up twice. Okay, yes, I’ll admit, I only ever got up twice, too, but that was a mistake since everything from my waist down started getting numb and/or extremely antsy.

But more on the evil German stewardess! Now, maybe she was just having a bad day, but as a stewardess don’t you, y’know, think that maybe you should let the passengers sleep when they damn well please? Both me and the man next to me were trying to take a little snooze and then she pops up to hand out little drinks and bags of something mix. Not that I mind getting something to eat and drink on a plane, but it’s a ten hour flight. Maybe some people are too stupid to do so, but I brought snacks. Really, sleeping was more important to me at the time. I wouldn’t have had as much of a problem with her doing that if she hadn’t said: “Excuse me, excuse me! I’m talking to you!” Especially since she said it right after I had been jolted awake and was looking around frantically trying to figure out where the hell I was. And she was just being rude about it in general, so I decided from that point on that I really didn’t like her. But that’s okay, she didn’t like any of us either. Madeline was trying to get her attention once because she just kinda breezed right by when looking for trash to take a little while later and so she gave her a little poke in the ribs. She recoiled and kinda…snapped at Madeline, asking if something was wrong and then telling her to “just talk to me.” In more pleasant tones, this wouldn’t have been nearly as annoying, but she was being pretty rude about the whole thing. I can understand cultural differences, but she’s a stewardess on an international flight. I’m probably wrong to judge, but, like I said, she was pretty sour the entire ten hours and that does everything but make me sympathetic to her.