Hey, everyone! I arrived safely in the motherland, and I have quite a few things to say. I have been keeping a paper journal, and will pretty much type as I have written.
DTW airport: OH my gosh. Why the f*ck are two out of five of our giant bags broken (missing a foot)?!? FAIL.
6/18/11: JFK Airport in NY
There are these brown girls trying to hack into the internet and failing. Uh, DUH, you have to pay. BROWWNN.
Everyone on our flight to Kuwait is brown. No, seriously. I look like a whore and I wore an orange sundress.
I am super sick, which is not a surprise. I sat across the aisle from the rest of the family, and no one sat in the seat next to me (and it's not like anyone would if they had a choice, because I sound like I'm dying every time I open my mouth to cough). During the 36 hours of travel and waiting time before we finally reached our destination, my sickness progressed
from a sore throat all the way into a hacking cough and super duper congestion. Oh, did I mention that I start my period soon? Hahahhah. >:( BODY, why must you betray me?
I went to the bathroom after dinner, and just as my two a$$ cheecks hit the seat, the plane gets turbulent. WTF.
Why does this trip have to be during secondary hell time? It's okay, though, because instead of getting all of them at once I only got two today. That was nice.
When we were waiting in the airport for one of our flights to Kuwait, my younger brother and I decide to play Egyptian Rat Screw in the waiting area. We laugh about it. Then, these two old grump-ass brown men turn around and shush US. More vehemently, they shush ME. NOT EVEN IN ENGLISH.
1)I'm 20 f*cking years old.
2)I understand that we're not in the USA, but I'm still pretty sure I don't have to listen to you, even if I am a girl and you think that, as an old fart, you can tell me what to do.
3)You're not telling that screaming baby over there to shut up (true story, screamed during the WHOLE FIVE HOUR FLIGHT).
4)You're not my parents, who are you again? Well, You must not have an alibi ... cuz YOU UGLY. No, but seriously, I was really angry.
The last flight was from Kuwait to Sri Lanka. (Our captain's name was Osama, and I was slightly amused ...) In the Kuwait airport, I walked past this long line of middle-aged brown men, and (I hope I'm mistaken) the people all stared at me ... and someone said that either I have a fine a$$ or a white a$$. Either way, I don't like it/challenge accepted, f*ck you.
We get on this flight, and ... oh god, I have been on some shitty flights before, but THAT flight was SO shitty. It was ONLY 5ish hours, but it was still SO shitty. These old brown guys across the aisle from us, who made us fill out their customs paperwork because they couldn't read English, literally lit up a cigarette during the middle of the flight. What the FFFFF. And then this brown woman in front of us literally starts painting her nails. People, are you f*cking serious?! There is a LIMITED air supply. Goddammit. WHERE are your manners?! God. What a terrible flight. 30 minutes before we land, some people insist on taking their bags out from the overhead compartments and then cramming the aisles with them. Are you serious?! I woke up so many times on that flight, wondering how the f*ck I was still on that flight from hell. It was like the twilight zone.
My uncle is the Assistant Superintendent of Customs of Sri Lanka (so he's the second banana, but he's still super up there), and he pulled a LOT of strings to pass us through all of these security checks and whatever else. It was so helpful ... but the security checks in some places did worry me. Hell, we were "late" to a flight and these people didn't even check our passports, WHAT THE FRIGG. SO scary.
Now that we're FINALLY here ... oh wow, I can't even believe half of this stuff. I wear a tank top and some shorts and EVERYONE stares at me. The worst stares I get are from the old women, actually, who probably think I'm an actual whore. They don't even TRY to hide their staring. Also, my family thinks I was prettier when I was younger because I have "stick legs". =_=
Random and notable quote: "Go to sleep or I will beat you." (Grandma to her grandson)
Yes, this is a disjointed entry ... but there was a LOT to say. There will be more coming up in a while... There are some serious political issues in my family (STILL), and I apparently have to censor most of what I had originally written.
Stay tuned... I HAVE INTERNET. ^_^
Much love.
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