Musings from 30,000 feet

So I wrote this, but obviously, couldn't publish it, while on the plane yesterday. Please humor my spastic nature:

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January 4, 2010. Who knows when.

What do I do when I'm 30,000 feet above the air with not much to do? Well, write, of course. What else would I do?

I'm not entirely sure what I am going to write here in the next approximately 22 minutes (That's the expected lifetime of this battery charge, according to my screen. Oh, wait – just dropped to 21. Dangit.)

Perhaps the most mentionable worthy piece of information is that, for the first time in seven days, I am looking out upon brown ground. Yes, that's right – there are only splotches of snow. I'm pretty positive we're somewhere above Nebraska right now. That's one state I have yet to visit, or even see from the lovely view inside airport glass.

The cold really wasn't nearly as awful as I expected it to be in Minnesota. As long as you didn't have to stay outside long, that is. This morning at oh, 4 a.m., 2 a.m. L.A. time, my mom took five minutes out in the -6 degree air to gather her belongings. I forgot to bring my mittens. That was pretty bad. I honestly think I let slip a less-than-appropriate word or two out of my trembling, probably blue (although of course, I couldn't see them,) lips. Oh, the times we've had, my mother and I.

I can't even keep track of how many times we managed to get lost (ooh ooh the plane is turning creepily ... my stomach feels weird. Probably has something to do, too, with the fact that I've eaten basically nothing but junk food since yesterday morning. That's what happens when I don't get to run. Pouts) Okay, wow, what was I saying? Okay, well next time we travel to an outside city, I'M driving. I don't care if you have to be 25. I'll break the rules. I don't know if I've ever met anyone with a worse sense of direction than my mother, bless her dear, dear heart. :)

So, longish tale made short, I now have three roundtrip flight passes to anywhere in the continental United States. Actually, I think there are some to Jamaica and other random places, too. Basically, we volunteered to take a later flight to alievite the people clogging. My mom and I thought we were just getting two free roundtrip flights (aha, only >_>), but it turns out we're really getting six. Total. Dang. 

This means well, many things. A friend interning in D.C. this spring invited me to come stay with her and check out the city before I (hopefully!) move there for the summer. Ooh ooh we're landing in Denver now! Ok, got to go now.!!!!