Posted

Aug 13th 2008

Mood

Stressed

I'm in New York again! Just got in yesterday... I'll make a blog with pictures when I'm not tired... so much to do...

In the mean time, I'll tell you how YESTERDAY went:

IF YOU WANT TO SKIP THE LONGNESS SKIP TO THE BOTTOM.

I decided the night before to go to bed at midnight instead of... y'know... 4am. Well I did.. but couldn't get to sleep until 2... so i was just laying there enacting little puppets in my brain.

That morning, I woke up to my alarm on my phone at 8, so I got up and made a bunch of noise so my grandma would wake up and get ready while I took a shower. Then I took a shower haha.

I was getting dressed and hit my head.. so now I have cuts under my eyebrow.. the little things hurt...

I started putting the last things I needed into my suitcase, dirty clothes, my shampoo and hair brush, and then my razor. I go to put my razor in and cut my finger... so i put a band-aid on it and drag my huge suitcase (50lb) to the front door, then bring my other little suitcase after sitting on it to make it shut (it was one of those old fashioned hard ones in all of those old movies.... ) and then I had soup and a root beer for breakfast. At this time it was about.. 8:20...

My grandma comes out.. and I had told her the night before that we needed to leave by 9 that way we'll be nice and extra early and we can stop for gas on the way and wont use up too much time. (flight leaves at 12:50)

It's 8:30 and she takes an hour to get ready but she's still in pajamas and feeding her cats. My grandpa was at work (he works at Disney World) She leaves to get dressed and thank GOD so much.. she got ready and everything by 8:50. She finishes shutting down the house and making sure she had everything, along with feeding the field cat (some random stray that wont leave them alone because they're stupid and feed it all the time) while I put my things into the trunk of her stupid little metro.

it's 9:10 and we leave. She realizes that she's low on gas... so we stop at a corner, and then turn towards the gas station 10 feet away and all you smell is something.. I dont know how to describe it, but she things it's the car next to us so she goes in and parks at a pump.

She gets out and then stares at the car for a minute and I ask what's wrong. What does she say? "The car is smoking."

Alert and basically saying "NO NO NO!!!!!!" to myself out loud, I rush out and look at the front of the car. the front and sides of the car are seeping with a steamy smoke, not black, but greyish white. Then, LOW AND BEHOLD... spewing out of the front of the car is a bunch of oil gushing out and dripping down.

Freaking out to myself, she makes me go in and pay for gas, then she drives around to the side of the gas station and pops open the front hood. EVERYTHING was covered in oil. I'm getting frustrated and frustrated because all I had wanted was for today to go smoothly. I wouldn't have cared if hell broke loose the next day. I just wanted that day to go fine without stress or problems... and maybe get my Grandpa to take me instead of my grandmother... >> i hate her metro.

Well I had texted my mom while paying for the gas, and she calls while my grandma says that we should call my grandfather... but makes no attempt. I tell my mom and she starts getting upset... and tells me to let me know what happens because It will be 10:00 in 20 minutes.

I hang up to discover my grandmother had yet to attempt to call my grandfather.. so I call him, tell him, and he says he'll be right over. My grandmother then discovers that the cap to the oil tank was off and left on top of the engine...

I update my mom and then my grandmother goes inside to wash the oil off her hands. I pace up and around the car crying because I was so frustrated that nothing was going right... as I waited for THIRTY MINUTES for my grandfather to show up.

Once I saw him.. I was so happy, he got out and the first thing I said was "i love you so much right now, you have NO IDEA" and even then i was on the verge of tears again.. and my grandmother was outside.

My grandfather went right into action. he threw my bags into the backseat and my grandmother hesitantly locked up hers and got in with the luggage as I sat in front.

My grandfather sped off and we went to his work where he got out and my grandmother got in the drivers' side, where we went to the airport. That took us about a little over an hour in its own. I got out at the airport, and dragged my bags inside as my grandma went to park the car. It's about 11:15. (they want you to get there for bagdrop an hour before at the latest)

I went through the bag drop... made my way to my gate, went through security and got a seat nearby the gate in no time. Things were looking up.

My grandmother calls and says that she'll try to meet up with me at the gate, so I wait.. until she calls again and says that since i'm 16, JetBlue Airlines sees me as an adult and she can't get a pass to sit with me, so I'm on my own. I didn't mind because my grandmother pissed me off a lot while i was there, so.. eh.

Well ANYWAY I'm sitting there reading... then I hear laughing so I turn to see the gate attendants eating pizza.. and then I look up at the status of my flight.

JETBLUE FLIGHT 660 FOR SYRACUSE SCHEDULED FOR 12:50 NOW AT 1:15

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I rushed.. worried, freaked out ALL MORNING.... for a DELAY.

Pissed off, I texted my mom and let her know, and she was a little peeved, but didn't mind it too much.

I was on the plane by 1:15, and we began to leave. We left the gate then just SAT THERE.

After that we were taxiing for second in take off... and according to someone sitting a couple rows back we had been sitting for a half hour.

Then we finally took off. I was sitting next to this annoying girl my age or a year or so younger that complained over everything.

The flight was 2 hours and 20 minutes. I arrived shortly after 4PM.

Getting off, I made my way past the gate and was reunited with my mom and brother, and my aunt. My mom cried... and my dad couldn't make it because he's taking a long time off of work for some house renovations.. so he couldnt take that day off.... but that's ok

We left the airport with my things... then went to mcdonalds for mcflurries.... then went home.. i showed my mom pictures... said hi to people that showed up... and then we had "welcome back cake" ... my brother even decorated the house with pieces of paper that said "welcome back" in marker.

he's cute when he wants to be...

but anyway. up until I got to Syracuse............ it sucked.

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FLIGHT DEPARTURE TIME: 12:50

1. hit my head while getting dressed
2. grandma was slow getting ready
3. left a little later than i wanted
4. car had an oil leak
5. waited for help for a half hour
6. Got to the airport (11:15)
7. Got to gate
8. Discovered flight was delayed to 1:15 so I was rushed, worried, frustrated for nothing.
9. Got on plane but waited for over a half hour for take off even though we were 2nd in line
10. sat next to complaining girl
11. arrived a little after 4PM.