December 19th, 2014
12:24 p.m.
Dear Diary,
My stupid luck. Just my rotten luck. I come here, thinking I could finally go back to Hillridge, and then what happens? It snows. Not just a light flurry, but bad. It was fine when I left a few hours ago, too heavy to be a flurry, too light to be heavy... just kind of... snowing. And then, I paid the cab driver, came in, and it started to pick up. But I still didn't expect more than six inches to maybe a foot. It snows like this in Michigan all the time. You get used to it if you live in the north for so long.
But no...
After a foot, it didn't stop. It just got harder and harder and harder...
And here I am, three hours later, stuck in an airport, with three feet of snow outside, and the windchill about twenty below zero. All flights, arrivals and departures, are delayed for a day at least. AT LEAST!
I'm so bored. What am I going to do for the whole time here? I did everything possible. I brushed my teeth, took a shower, explored every centimeter of the airport, read a book, organized my luggage, and looked for cute guys to strike up a casual conversation with. But that's so hard, since there's...
I can't believe I told Miranda! I had barely realized it myself and then she just pulls it out of me. But the truth is, I really do like him. Maybe not love... but still. It's hard to just completely stop liking someone, especially someone like Gordo.
What am I saying?
Boredness must be driving me insane. I don't like Gordo. I just need something to write about so I'm making something up to amuse myself. And if I DID like him, hypothetically, I would go chasing after him instead of being stuck in an airport.
I don't like him.
You know what? I'm going to go into a chatroom. That'll keep me from going mental.
12:24 p.m.
Dear Diary,
My stupid luck. Just my rotten luck. I come here, thinking I could finally go back to Hillridge, and then what happens? It snows. Not just a light flurry, but bad. It was fine when I left a few hours ago, too heavy to be a flurry, too light to be heavy... just kind of... snowing. And then, I paid the cab driver, came in, and it started to pick up. But I still didn't expect more than six inches to maybe a foot. It snows like this in Michigan all the time. You get used to it if you live in the north for so long.
But no...
After a foot, it didn't stop. It just got harder and harder and harder...
And here I am, three hours later, stuck in an airport, with three feet of snow outside, and the windchill about twenty below zero. All flights, arrivals and departures, are delayed for a day at least. AT LEAST!
I'm so bored. What am I going to do for the whole time here? I did everything possible. I brushed my teeth, took a shower, explored every centimeter of the airport, read a book, organized my luggage, and looked for cute guys to strike up a casual conversation with. But that's so hard, since there's...
I can't believe I told Miranda! I had barely realized it myself and then she just pulls it out of me. But the truth is, I really do like him. Maybe not love... but still. It's hard to just completely stop liking someone, especially someone like Gordo.
What am I saying?
Boredness must be driving me insane. I don't like Gordo. I just need something to write about so I'm making something up to amuse myself. And if I DID like him, hypothetically, I would go chasing after him instead of being stuck in an airport.
I don't like him.
You know what? I'm going to go into a chatroom. That'll keep me from going mental.