Hm. A blog. A weird thing for me. I'm not entirely one of those people that has a lot to say, and that will probably reflect in this blog. We'll see where it goes. I suppose I'll probably not write a ton for awhile, if I ever even get myself feeling like a writer. I don't even know what I'll right about. Who knows.
But what better time to reflect and write then sitting in an airport? There's absolutely nothing else to do. You can't even look around, or people glare at you. Why do they glare at you? That's beyond me. I can't stare at a computer screen forever though. Thank goodness I found a corner of the terminal where nobody is sitting where I can go spacey.
I'm at the Atlantic City Airport right now. I'm on my way to FLORIDA! Woo! A week of paradise. A vacation I've taken every year probably since I was close to the age of 8. This year's the first year I've flown down though... My first year not having a flexible homeschooler's schedule. Anyway, I'm awake at the airport at 6 AM in the morning. I'm probably not as tired as I should be. I knew there was a reason I woke up at 1:30 this afternoon.
Oh, that's another thing. I got up at 1:30 and still got a ton done today! I packed, cleaned the house a little bit, studied for and killed a midterm, and still went to class in the evening. What a day.
And now, I'm finishing off that day and starting a new one finding out that my 6:38 flight that I've been patiently awaiting since 1 is full... The people at the airport are being nice and all and telling me that I could still get a seat if someone doesn't show up... But who is going to buy a ticket and then not show up to Florida? We'll see what happens. I'll know the result before anybody I know is even awake.
...Dang, OK, I am tired. I keep zoning out and getting glares.
Moving on, what in the world could my title mean? Well, if you must know, you can find an answer to everything and anything on Yahoo! Answers. ANYTHING. Including which is the best weapon for dragon slaying. Apparently the global consensus is that I'd have to either hire Chuck Norris or create a trojan young maiden filled with explosives.
...I was hoping for an answer more similar to, I don't know... maybe a lance. Or Excalibur. Maybe. But no, the Internet says Chuck Norris, and I'll stand by that answer.
OK, I need to stop zoning out. I really hope this flight isn't full so I can get on and sleep and away from all these angry people. And they keep cursing. There is so much profanity in America.
Ack! I have to go. They might have a seat for me. I need to go find out. Next time I'll be thinking straight, I'll be less frustrated, and perhaps I'll post something profound or educated or inspirational, like everyone seems to do with these things. Or maybe that was sarcasm. Sometimes I confuse myself with sarcasm.
Spaced out again. Now I really have to go. Bye.
