i added another linky poo. my pal virginia is the greatest, even though i never seem to get to talk to her. or i just don’t as much as i should. i can admit my own faults, yes i can.
virginia is an old school buddy of mine. i wish, like her, more of my friends that lived away from here had blogs so i could keep tabs on them. she’s a good start though.
okay, it’s really monday now, and i feel a little bit better after relaxing a little last night. i should mention, now that the ordeal of travelling is over, that i did enjoy going home quite a bit, despite it all. and it’s nice too that i’ll get to see my family again in only three weeks, only for a longer span of time. and i love christmastime, so that should be a good vacation.
our long lost roommate who was in australia all semseter is landing at LAX in about an hour, if the flights were on time. i haven’t seen that guy, one of my best friends on earth, since mid-july i think. it’s insane! it’ll be so good to see him, some sort of celebration may be in order. i still have to do my radio show at 7 tonight though, so we’ll have to see what and when this may happen.
celebration or no, we’re gonna have a fifth, honorary roommate sleeping on our couch for the next few weeks, with nothing to do but chill out and have a good time. the bastard. i wish my semester was over and all i had to do was eat fast food, watch movies, play video games, and have everyone tell me how good it is that i’m back.
but at least i have a bed to sleep in. bangarang.
since it’s technically monday now, i’m going to tell you about yesterday, which was technically just a few minutes ago, at this point. but i’ll paint you a picture of my sunday.
12:30pm central time: i leave for houston’s airport from my house. this takes maybe half an hour.
1:00 central: i get to the airport, and have to wait around for a long time for a take-off to chicago, where i transfer to a plane to LA.
2:30 central: take off. two and a half hours in the air. read d.h. lawrence’s lady chatterly’s lover and make some real progress, and listen to music.
5:00 central: around this time i land in chicago. i feel all tingly because i love chicago, even though i’m only going to be there for an hour, in an airport. plan to wait a little over an hour to get on plane to LA.
5:30 central (approximately): i realize i left my book tucked into the seat pocket on the plane that has probably just left. fuck. i was halfway through it and it was really good. now i have to buy a new copy of that book on monday. luckily i also had a backup book, a collection of oscar wilde plays.
6:45 central: after being delayed about 20 extra minutes of wait time, we take off from o’hare. this flight is scheduled to take four and a quarter hours. i listen to music, watch the score with robert deniro and ed norton, and read the introduction to the new book, but don’t feel like reading anymore. the baby in the seat behind me screams for the whole last 20 minutes of the flight. i swear, this kid has a vendetta, because he KNOWS how he’s driving the whole back half of the plane crazy. this wasn’t just cute kid crying, this was screaming, bawling, terrible cries. very grating.
9:00 pacific (11 central): we land. we have to walk a hell of a long way through the rerouted LA airport to get to luggage. we get to the claim, and i swear to christ, an entire nursing home full of old people must be arriving in LA from a group trip to hawaii or something. they decide to look for their luggage right behind/around/in front of me, and they’re freaking out because their luggage isn’t there yet, or it went by and no one picked it up for them (it comes back around, you’d think they’d calm down. it’s a circle, people), or something. they’re all crotchety. it’s insane and driving me crazy. my luggage takes forever to come out, naturally.
9:45 pacific (11:45 central): i finally get out of there and to the shuttle service. i’m relieved, because i only wait about 5 minutes before one going to the USC area pulls up. me and a few others get in, and are ready to drive off. however, the very intelligent driver is having some issues with the people that prepaid. in what can only be described as a “fiasco”, he takes almost 20 minutes–while we all sit there crowded in the back of the van wanting very much to get home–to radio in about five numbers, checking each one twice, and having communication problems with the dispatcher. i wonder, “isn’t the glory of mobile communications that you can do it moving!? why can’t you do this while you’re driving us home. but no. we finally get going though and after a short freeway drive and dropping off about five other people, it’s my turn and i get out in front of my building. no tip for that guy.
10:30 pacific (12:30 central): i get into my apartment. it has taken me an entire 12 hours of a day to get from houston to LA, which would have only taken maybe 5 or 6 hours, tops, if i had a direct flight and someone to pick me up at the airport. but i’m not mad. just tired. so i’m gonna have to call it a day now.
well, call sunday a day, so technically, call yesterday a day. i’m just glad it’s behind me.
school tomorrow!? hot dog!
holy crap. i just flew out here, and now it’s getting later and later on saturday night, and after a hearty breakfast tomorrow morning i’ll be on my way again. sure, it’ll be nice to get back to my life and things in LA, and to a place where i have people to talk to outside of my immediate family. still, i would much rather that i had friends around here, so it made it more bearable to stay here for longer, and i could spend more time with my parents, whom i never see anymore.
i guess that’s what happens when you grow up and move out and all that, though. it’s just that when i come back, even though it’s fantastic to see my family again, i’m also reminded of how clearly i’ve moved on. it’s not a terrible feeling, but it does sort of hit me with a bit of wonder. i’m getting to be a grown up.
rapid subject change — i’m in the back corner room of the house that has the computer in it here. the dog just came into the room, went straight back to the corner of the room where there’s a cardboard box half-filled with stuffed dog toys, sifted around in it for a second with his nose, and picked something out and carried it back out of the room. it’s like he’s a little kid sorting through a toy chest. how cute was that?
it’s mid-afternoon on saturday, on thanksgiving break, and i’ve been working on a school project. what’s wrong with this picture? i shouldn’t have to go anywhere near any school stuff this weekend, but noooooo, all these group projects due in the next couple weeks means we’d better get started, and have our individual pieces ready before we get back on monday. damn. all i want to do is kick back for one lousy weekend. i’d rather be really bored than work on this shit for a class i hate enough as it is. grrrr.
but i had a nice phone conversation last night that perked me right up, so who can be mad at the world, completely, when there are such great people in it, sometimes. not me. at least not for now.
if you were here, you’d say to me, “hey, brian, did you get your haircut?” and i’d say, “yes i did, nice of you to notice. do you like it?”
then you’d say, of course, “definitely! you look even hotter than before brian. i’d like you to meet my sexy single female friend here, who also likes your new hair. but be nice to her, she just got out of a long relationship and she really needs something to perk her up. like maybe a night with a nice single boy.”
and i’d say: “really…”
so it’s too bad you’re not here, because i’m pretty bored tonight.
i just spent a while fiddling with templates and whatnot to get rid of the long list of archive dates and put them on a separate page. so that’s different. i guess i didn’t need to tell you that though.
i’m just looking to kill some time. a little bored.
time to shut up.
i’ve had a big day today. i didn’t wake up until almost noon, then i played tony hawk for a couple hours. then the meal was ready, and i ate myself stupid. oh my god, it was good. lip smacking.
i played more video games, then went to see monsters inc. with my little brother (18) and sister (15). what a genuinely funny and cute movie. it was a feel good hit, i guess. and a rollercoaster of fun and excitement. and one of the year’s best. and other roger ebert pull quotes. but i really did like it. pixar is just cranking out the good stuff, although i have to say i’ll always like a bug’s life best out of the ones they’ve made so far. now that’s a great cartoon.
then i played more tony hawk. yeah, i know. but it takes practice to rack up 200 thousand points in under two minutes.
see, this is what happens when i’m at home. nothing good to say, but a nice full belly. hope yours is too.
nine and a half hours of travel time later, i arrived safely in my parents’ home. it was a long, but not altogether bad day, really. a nice cute girl from my religion class was on my shuttle to the airport, and on my connecting flight to denver, so i spent the two hours between arriving at the airport and getting on the plane (new security protocol — lame) talking to her. she’s nice. i saw her when i got off the plane in denver, and she gave me a hug when i wished her happy thanksgiving before we parted ways to go to our separate gates. i’m a smooth operator, apparently.
now i’m here in houston (sucks), kickin’ it in central time once again. it’s good to see my family though even if i’m not a big texas fan. but now i have to start starving myself to save up for the feast tomorrow — dig it. that, and play some tony hawk 3. should be a pretty good weekend.
i’ll report back with my net weight gain tomorrow afternoon, maybe. happy thanksgiving, folks.
well. this morning my paper is done (8 pages), i’m pretty much packed to go, and it’s nearing time for class. sit for an hour, hand in my stuff, and come back just in time to catch the shuttle guy, and i’m gone. i get to spend the next eight hours after that in airports or on planes. boy oh boy.
so forgive me for saying nothing much today, since i’ll be spending most of it “in transit”. i’ll probably blog from home some but for today, i’m afraid this is goodbye.