Airport: Midway Version 1.0

I always feel obligated to make entries in airports anymore... (the whole two times I've been in one previously). But it's a nice time to sit there and thing about things, since there's really nothing else to do. I wonder what this woman across from me thinks of all my stickers. I hope she doesn't think I'm somehow corrupting her little boy, who seems quite intent on looking at them. Hehehe.

So... storage went well. Being berated by the evil thirteenth-floor lady wasn't nearly as emotionally scarring as people made it out to be. Even though she did yell at me for waiting until the last minute. I was all shy and non-confrontational, though, so she eventually redirected her anger to other people. (There were some with fourteen boxes. Fourteen boxes. Omgwtf. We're only allowed five! No wonder there was no more storage space for people on the tenth floor. Brigands!)

Then the UPS people were like, fifteen minutes late getting in to set up. Then their computer wouldn't boot up. I gave it a quick once-over, but it didn't make any sense to me (weird Windows200-Pro Compaq thing). It did eventually start up, though, and I was first in line, and I'd been chatting with the poor lady for the past twenty minutes or so, so she got me through quickly and thankfully nothing was over the weight limit. Plus it cost me less than a hundred dollars! That means this trip home has cost us about... oh, $150 dollars. Which is half what my parents have to spend to come pick me up. So, that in addition to the money I sent them should more than make up for the iPod I made them buy me. For my birthday. (I'm such a martyr). Might've been nice to part with an extra hundred or so to spare myself the stress of trying to store and send everything this morning, though. Then getting on the bus at ten when I'd intended to be out by 9:30. And running around with piles of garbage and hoping very much that I hadn't forgotten to pack or store anything important. There is one roomie who hasn't checked out yet, though... so we should be okay. There was a random plate and stuff that I left on her desk... I hope she takes care of them for me. And there's still food in the pantry. I think we tossed all the perishable stuff, but there's cans. I hope we don't get charged to remove them. Grrr.

I just realized I don't know my seat number. Or my... whatever it is. Boarding... order... thing. (My airport lingo is l33t). The plane looks a bit bigger than the last one. It's not a tiny regional jet! It's like... closer to normal-size. Ought to be interesting. I think I might end up dozing off even if I've got a window seat this time. But I think my spot's left entirely up to random.

I didn't expect to have to walk so far from the CTA stop to the terminal. Holy crap...

Home Sweet Home

Home is... just as hot and humid as Chicago. Which is saying something, since Chicago was really freaking hot and humid (plus I was on the fifth floor. Here I'm at ground-level and surrounded by trees!)

So, I got home, passed out on the couch for a few hours, somehow slept through dinner, woke up a few times to wonder why Academic Challenge was on TV and why on earth this one kid looked just like someone from my Sosc class (same first name and everything!) Then I wandered to K-Mart with my mom and stopped at the theatre to check my schedule... I'm back to work come Wednesday, boo. I need to look for someplace that doesn't involve food. I think I'm ready to move on from popcorn. I refuse to part with my free movies... but a better-paying job would be nice. I mean, everyone wants to go to movies that I have to pay for, anyway.

Wow... it's 11:13. And I'm really tired. Even though it's only really 10:13 for me. It's so strange to be suddenly home, too. I mean... twelve hours ago I was on the bus going to the airport, and shortly before that I was running around with boxes and being yelled at by box-guard-lady on the thirteenth floor (which is labelled as the fourteenth on the elevator wall (but not on the button)).

Ahh... I think I'm going to go wander outside. It's just vagely wet... it poured on us earlier. But it's evilly humid again already. Then I'm going to bed. Yay! Home! (Let's see how long before I'm bored again).