I Hate Planes

I'm so freaking pissed. I arrived at the airport today around 4:30 Pm to check in for my flight to New Orleans at 6:10 PM. Well, while I was checking in at the electronic check-in stand (I hate those machines), it showed that there were two flights that lined up with my information one to New Orleans and the other to Hawaii, which is strange cause there's only one other person in America with the same first and last name as me, which I am definitely not revealing. Let's just say that the other person who shares my name is pretty famous in Northern California, while I'm just boring in Southern California.

Anyway, I stupidly checked into the flight I bought, the one to New Orleans. I really should have taken the flight to Hawaii. At least it's warm there. Anyway, we finally boarded the plane after I smoked a billion cigarettes and bought a Dan Brown novel. We all sat on the flight for about an hour and a half. Apparently a damned window in the cockpit was broken. Well, while sitting there, I got a call from the police department at my university. I thought that was odd. They called to tell me that over the break, my car had been broken into. The passenger side window had been smashed and someone went through my stuff in the glove compartment box, throwing my registration and everything all over the seat covered in glass.

Well, after being escorted off the plane because it was clear that no one can fix a stupid window, we sat in the terminal for about another hour before boarding another plane and sitting on that plane for about an hour before we finally took off. EVIL!!!

I spent the entire flight talking with a women named Pat who apparently works for the National Enquirer or something. Apparently, she used to work for E! Entertainment News which is where I recognized her from. We ended up trading stories throughout the entire fight. Wow... the stories I could tell now. Anyway, we arrived at about 3:30 AM and I took a cab back to campus to look at the car and to file the report. Ugh... it was horrible. Apparently the car break-in happened on the 27th of DECEMBER, and I get a call on the 15th? Ugh... I'm just plain pissed.

I really should have taken that trip to Hawaii!!!