Howdy.
So...yesterday was bollocks. Just bollocks.
Here's Why. I spent 4 hours in Tokyo wandering around gift shops outside the security screening area before realizing there were better shops after the screening area. I called Tomo before I got on the plane only to find that this was the first time in history that he actually wanted to talk--because he already missed me--but I had to hang up the phone. I wound up positioned in the exact center of the plane, so there was no way to get out of my seat without disturbing everyone. Luckily the women on either side of me were sweet, old Japanese ladies so that was nice.
I did get a little sleep on the plane. I also crocheted, played my DS Kanji game, read a little manga, and went through the inflight magazine to learn how to make the movies/games work for the screen on the back of the seat in front of me--turns out there's a Wii styled controller in the arm rest. So I wound up watching a bit of the last Harry Potter movie and playing some tetris.
I arrived in San Fran. On the up side, the passport clerk guy was both hunky and Asian and said hunky Asian man did try to flirt with me for a second before I went on. He was far too late of course, but its always nice to be appreciated I guess and he didn't come on too strong.
I tried my best to waste some time. I got a foot rub. I ate something...I think. I walked up and down the different terminals of the air port trying to waste time. They do have shower facilities but it costs $15 for what I am sure is less than 20 minutes. It also took me 20 minutes to get that answer because no one was in the shop when I went to ask. Meh. I was not THAT desparate to be clean.
I did buy some clean-wipe things and dab myself in cleanliness before getting that foot rub, which was pretty good. I set up my laptop and editted some video. I tried my best not to sleep. As the hours wore on, this meant that I couldn't remain seated as editting video, watching anime,crocheting, and almost every other seated activity came to mean sleepytime. I have never felt jet lag so extreme. Then my flight was delayed for half an hour and by the end I was jogging in place to make sure that I was still awake when the plane finally boarded. This worked out well enough but I was asleep before they went through the emergency instructions. There was a cute baby next to me, along with her mom and dad who were playing with her and trying to make her go to sleep. She squeeled with happiness from time to time and I have to say that is something that did not disturb me. Sure, it woke me up, but it didn't disturb. I can deal with the baby making happy noises. Its only when they cry that I can issues, because it is a sound of distress and its much harder to quiet. Anyway, so that wasn't really a problem.
My mom and bro were right there waiting for me. We grabbed my bags and headed homeward where I found out the the matress from my room had been pulled at and that Bill was using it in the living room as my bedroom had become disorganized storage space for EVERYTHING of his or mine. I was instead offered the pink room, where I slept ok. I say ok but...I went to bed around 5am (after staying up with Bill watching TV for a bit) and got up at...
7pm. So there went that day. I had dinner with mom and watched a couple videos. I cried during UP. I don't feel I had a choice. I opened up some Sake with my brother and had cocktails with my mom. I drank to try to help myself crash again but here I find myself again fully awake. Jet lag seriously has never hit me so hard. Around midnight I came over the the Ceron house and drank some more sake. We talked a bunch. Around 5 everyone had to crash and they insisted I join them or one of their exhausted bodies drive me home. I agreed to stay, but now after just a few hours I am completely awake.
Bollocks.
Tonights my TCU vicinity shindig at IHOP. Wohoo! I am excited and hope I get to see some of you lovely people out there who may or not be reading this at the shindig tonight. IF not of course we shall try to catch up later before I leave, as has been previously arranged.
Adios, muchachos!
Here's Why. I spent 4 hours in Tokyo wandering around gift shops outside the security screening area before realizing there were better shops after the screening area. I called Tomo before I got on the plane only to find that this was the first time in history that he actually wanted to talk--because he already missed me--but I had to hang up the phone. I wound up positioned in the exact center of the plane, so there was no way to get out of my seat without disturbing everyone. Luckily the women on either side of me were sweet, old Japanese ladies so that was nice.
I did get a little sleep on the plane. I also crocheted, played my DS Kanji game, read a little manga, and went through the inflight magazine to learn how to make the movies/games work for the screen on the back of the seat in front of me--turns out there's a Wii styled controller in the arm rest. So I wound up watching a bit of the last Harry Potter movie and playing some tetris.
I arrived in San Fran. On the up side, the passport clerk guy was both hunky and Asian and said hunky Asian man did try to flirt with me for a second before I went on. He was far too late of course, but its always nice to be appreciated I guess and he didn't come on too strong.
I tried my best to waste some time. I got a foot rub. I ate something...I think. I walked up and down the different terminals of the air port trying to waste time. They do have shower facilities but it costs $15 for what I am sure is less than 20 minutes. It also took me 20 minutes to get that answer because no one was in the shop when I went to ask. Meh. I was not THAT desparate to be clean.
I did buy some clean-wipe things and dab myself in cleanliness before getting that foot rub, which was pretty good. I set up my laptop and editted some video. I tried my best not to sleep. As the hours wore on, this meant that I couldn't remain seated as editting video, watching anime,crocheting, and almost every other seated activity came to mean sleepytime. I have never felt jet lag so extreme. Then my flight was delayed for half an hour and by the end I was jogging in place to make sure that I was still awake when the plane finally boarded. This worked out well enough but I was asleep before they went through the emergency instructions. There was a cute baby next to me, along with her mom and dad who were playing with her and trying to make her go to sleep. She squeeled with happiness from time to time and I have to say that is something that did not disturb me. Sure, it woke me up, but it didn't disturb. I can deal with the baby making happy noises. Its only when they cry that I can issues, because it is a sound of distress and its much harder to quiet. Anyway, so that wasn't really a problem.
My mom and bro were right there waiting for me. We grabbed my bags and headed homeward where I found out the the matress from my room had been pulled at and that Bill was using it in the living room as my bedroom had become disorganized storage space for EVERYTHING of his or mine. I was instead offered the pink room, where I slept ok. I say ok but...I went to bed around 5am (after staying up with Bill watching TV for a bit) and got up at...
7pm. So there went that day. I had dinner with mom and watched a couple videos. I cried during UP. I don't feel I had a choice. I opened up some Sake with my brother and had cocktails with my mom. I drank to try to help myself crash again but here I find myself again fully awake. Jet lag seriously has never hit me so hard. Around midnight I came over the the Ceron house and drank some more sake. We talked a bunch. Around 5 everyone had to crash and they insisted I join them or one of their exhausted bodies drive me home. I agreed to stay, but now after just a few hours I am completely awake.
Bollocks.
Tonights my TCU vicinity shindig at IHOP. Wohoo! I am excited and hope I get to see some of you lovely people out there who may or not be reading this at the shindig tonight. IF not of course we shall try to catch up later before I leave, as has been previously arranged.
Adios, muchachos!