Waiting.

So, I am currently sitting in the Norfolk International Airport. I'm bored to tears and cannot properly access the internet. Mildly amusing, I think this other guy thinks I'm online...but alas, I am not. Now I kind of wish I had Dorien's Air Card. Then I'd be online. I hope the other officers replied to that message I sent out. I also kind of wish I had gone to sleep. I have a solid hour and a half right now, but at the same time, I don't really want to be asleep and not able to prefect my possessions. Strangers already know about my pimp laptop.

Hmm, something to talk about. My lack of sleep is due to Josh throwing a b-day party for a friend, which was fun. It's been a while since I've had boozahol. I never got that drunk, I was more pleasantly buzzed. We watched Rent, then Starship Troopers, and about 4 or so Beau put on Full Metal Jacket, and a few movie quotes I've heard got a reference home. Well, I've dropped one name, so let's try to name the awesome people I met last night.

Beau, Phillip, Luke, Cat, Ally, Stephanie. Luke's sister, Dylan. Those cats were pimp-awesome.

Very much so not pimp awesome were Brandon, Zack...well...kin of just them.

Other. Didn't chat with them long enough, so I forgot their names. And there was the boozahol so...Not quite there.

My god, there's some bitch whining about how she wasn't in the long non-self check in line...gat damn. I mean, yeah, I'm here two hours early, but that's hella better than getting here too late. What kind of really fucking sucks right now is I'm just sitting here. Don't want to start reading just yet, but I do have two magazines, so that'll be a nice little respite from the books. Plus, I've got a long day ahead of me. I pray nothing goes wrong. Or very little.

Hmm, back to last night. Cat said that apparently Phillip was digging on me. I took that as a surprise. It didn't really seem like that to me, but you know your friends, no matter how they may act. Or more specifically when they act out f the norm. Cat, Luke, his sister and I think one other person agreed. I think she said he thought I was cute. I dunno, maybe it was a drunken whisper. Either way I'm on the highly flattered side.

God, my nerves are shot. I need food and sleep and airport food is hella expensive. I think I can make it another oh...three hours until I eat. I'll figure my way out around the Detroit layover then I'll get something to eat. Man, I really don't like these sounds. People talking. Messing with my nerves. Curse thee my tasty love. Coffee has me wired. Not sleeping has me tired. Oh, today is going to be a long day.

*Note* when posting online, change time to 7:45am June 20th. Jasmine P.