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13:54 - December 19, 2002 Anyway, I slept through my bus to the airport, had to take a cab; the cabbie was insane and kept drifting over the lane markers, yet got me there so quickly that even though I slept three hours longer than I was supposed to, I caught the flight and hour and a half before mine with about fifteen minutes to spare. The storm in Chicago almost killed us coming down. The plane rocked and swayed and bounced and banked and I would have been much more scared for my life if I hadn't been sitting next to a pilot, who was nonchalant the entire time. I figure the pilot would know when to panic. However, this logic escaped the girl on my other side, who had taken a few Valium to assuage her fears about flying but apparently they didn't work, because she whined for two straight hours about how we were all going to die a fiery death dashed on the plains of.. I don't know.. Kansas, or wherever we were at the particular time she was whining. I went to visit my old high school because I know that I wouldn't see most of these people if I didn't, and some security guard attempted to write me up for being in the hallways without a pass. I did what I'd always hoped to someday do; ran away down the hallway yelping, 'I'm scared! I'm scared!' and doing the Wizard of Oz skip. The security guard was, of course, the Egyptian Prince. Just as I had hoped. I'm trying to figure out whether I like it here or not. Comparatively, I mean. Last night when I got home I just sat around for awhile and looked at things, and when that got old, I realized that, no matter, how much I idealized home, it could still be dead as hell. Not many people are home yet, though, so that's not really fair. I keep finding myself wanting to go over to Andrew's. My bed is like three dorm beds. I didn't wake up once last night.
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