Reporting from Philly.

Lansdowne, technically.

Just flew in last night.
I hate flying. Always gives me pressure headaches.
Didn't drink anything on or before the flight in hopes of evading the airplane potty.
Attempt failed. 2.5 hours into the 3.5 hour flight I was in line.
I always choose the worst time to get up too.
I had the window seat, and once the gal in the aisle seat got up to go, I thought I better go now while I only have to ask one of them to get up. Only thing was I couldn't make up my mind.
I kept looking back at the restrooms trying to decide if there were too many people back there, only making my neighbor uncomfortable. I realized then she had noticed and felt rude, because she was the one to ask me if I needed to get out, instead of me politely asking her.
Slightly embarrassed I made my way back to that awful awkward gathering of full bladders.
Getting into one wasn't too bad. I waited for one of the two to open behind two other passengers. One of the restrooms remained occupied during 3 switches, so I was horrified it would be the next to open when it was my turn. Both toilets flushed, but thankfully the other door opened first. When I came out there were around 7 people in line. One woman was holding her child, eliminating any extra space there was to begin to maybe slip through. At that point we're all waiting for someone to come out of the restroom to cause movement. The lady in the aisle seat beside me decided the best light was in the aisle, holding her book out between me and the woman with her child. How ignorant can some people be? It was obvious we were having to fit a square through a triangle hole as was in the limited space, WITHOUT her holding her book out in the way. I squoze by eventually and made my way back to my seat. The two gals in my row got up to let me in, I tripped on one of them, falling onto the row of seats.
Wishing I were asleep like my neighbor en minutes later, I watched the city lights beneath us grow wider, brighter, and closer as we approached Philly.
We landed a solid half hour ahead of schedule, and I got off the plane quicker than any other time I've flown.

This isn't very interesting a story... oh well. ha.

I'm here. It's great to see Marcy and Chris, Daisy and Olive, Regency, and just everything in general. I've missed it here.
My un-air-conditioned apartment in Midvale has prepped me for my stay here. I didn't need the window unit on high like in the past because medium was still a major step up from my fans at home. I need to invest in one of those... They're fantastic.

Denver flies in tomorrow. I hope his flight goes as smoothly as mine. knock on wood. [the guy has the worst of luck]

I know this week is going to fly by. :(

more later. xoxox

7...6...5...4...3...2...1

One more week
One more week
One more week
One more week
One more week

Uno mas sustantivo....

ohm

Live free inside.
no need to worry.
Life has a funny way of working out,
and the mistakes along the way should
just be new found ways not to do something.
No need for worries, just let life happen.
-RS

Work Ethic (Jan, 2009)

I'm tired of this work/time-to-live-life ratio.

I want more time to live. to do what I want.

And when I mention work,

I'm not solely referring to the amount of hours

I'm paid to sit at a desk at Massage Envy every week.

I'm including the time I'm spending at this very moment,

or should be spending, writing an article for journalism

I could care less for.

School and work.

Consume my life.

They're supposed to, right?

WHY?

That's crap.

I beleive we'd have a happier human race if we could afford to switch the ratio.

But not in this world.

Not in my lifetime at least.

We go to school and work our whole lives so we can afford to do what we want.

To go camping, or out to breakfast, or to the movies, or to Disneyland.

But all those activities- the reasons as to why we slave our lives away-

are only vacations.

Temporary moments that provide just enough sanity to return to our ball and chain lifestyles. We'd like to believe those vacations are who we are,

but the more we slave away,

the more we lose ourselves in a false reality of greed and gossip in dress slacks.

There's 168 hours in the week.

around 50 is spent sleeping.

around 40 is spent working.

Currently, 12 or more is spent at school.

That takes us down to 66 hours.

With this remaining 66 hours,

a large portion is spent on homework and stress about homework or work work.

After that, we take out the time it takes to eat each meal of the day,

the time it takes to get ready for the day,

and the amounts of time we spend waiting in between instances.

What's left?

Scraps.

In our society,

the only time left to live life as we dreamed we would as kids,

is the scraps.

I want more than scraps.

Phiiiiiilly

NINE MORE DAYS
till I take off for Philladelphia.
I'm soooo stinkin excited, but at the same time, super bummed.
My last three visits there have been for weeks at a time.
Last summer I was there for almost a month and a half,
and though I got homesick halfway through, it turned out
to be one of the most fun summers I've ever had.
I'll only be there for 6 whole days this time (I'll be gone 8 including the days
in the air) but I was sure to plan them over the 4th of July.
This will be my third 4th of July in Philly with Marcy.
It's always such a blast.
We head down to the museum on the fourth to watch the live (free) entertainment
with HUNDREDS of other Phillites.
My first time there was SUCH culture shock, but it feels more and more
familiar each time I go.
The first time Lionel Richie was playing, last year it was John Legend, and
this year Sheryl Crow will be gracing us with her talents.
Should be the most entertaining show for me there yet.
I'll know more of her songs than the past shows.

I head to Philly the 28th, but I don't get there till late (like 11:30 p.m.) and have all of the 29th to Marcy and Chris. Then Denver's flying up on the 30th to spend the rest of the time there with me as well. This will be his second time to Philly, but his first 4th of July there.
He does not even know what he's in for.


I have yet to see the coffee shop in its new location, or to see either of their pups they got since we were there last summer, so I'm as excited as can be. (mostly to see Marcy and Chris, of course.)

I always have such a hard time leaving there.. I can't decide of being there for a shorter time is going to make things easier or harder.
Guess we'll find out.