I've been sitting at this airport in Vegas for about 50 minutes, staring at this slot machine. Its bright colors and chimes are tempting, but I chose to spend $6 on a Pizza Hut personal pan pepperoni pizza (whoa, alliteration).
This morn, I woke up at 5:30a (rather, Jill woke me up) so that the four of us could eat IHOP breakfast before Jill's AP Chem test. After dropping Jill off, Jessamine, Nessa and I went home and I then crashed with a food coma until lunchtime. My mom called Jill out of school and we all went to Applebee's for lunch before I headed to the airport. Ness couldn't come bc she had a night class...the departure was sad, my mom cried a bunch. I held back tears, but you know how sensitive I am. And of course we sisters have been crying all week.
My luggage was 50 and 52 lbs so I had to shove boots and socks into my carry-on because the limit is 50 lbs. I also got my Xacto blades confiscated, ugh I can't believe I forgot those were in my pencil case. The flight from KC to Vegas was a bit under 3 hours and my next flight is at 8:25p to Burbank (home of The Price Is Right). The flight will take about an hour.
Then I will officially be in Los Angeles.
This is so crazy. So crazy that I don't think it's fully hit me just yet. When I talk about it to other people, I keep a pretty calm disposition. I know I'll be fine. My support base is UNREAL. I've got back-up at home with the fam and BFFs located in Chicago, KV, Hotlanta and Knoxville to reassure me that I'm doing the right thing.
10 minutes until I board.
Catch ya in Hollywood!
-J.
I've boarded SO many planes with my switchblade-caribiner knife in my carry on (which is usually my book bag) because I always forget that it's in there. Holy crap, I'd hate to be killed by an Xacto knife. In fifth grade, we had to build riverboats out of balsa wood (huh), and our teacher scared the shit out of us by telling us how the year before, a girl accidently cut off an inch of her pinky with an Xacto knife. I also just stabbed myself with one last week.
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