FTMGJOABFMDITFN. THAT is the abbreviation for this story. HELP ME!

I told you people that I will write this story like crazy for a few days, then I'll get distracted and you won't see me for a little while.

Alright, Thanks to MoonlitXPursuit for reviewing, you rock!

Alright, my computer for some reason has been more jenky lately, I guess I'm sorta lucky, I can access my fanfiction account now, (there were like, three days where I couldn't access this site AT ALL. Torture!) but my email account has been horrible. The little review-reply button you get? That works as of right now, but I expect it to stop working any day now. I already can't reply to any NORMAL emails, I recently started beta-ing someone and I haven't been able to get anything back to her! (I'M SO SORRY, PUNKYVB, IF YOU ARE READING!) So, If I randomly drop off the face of the earth, don't worry about me, my computer either stopped working and I don't feel like resorting to my dad's weird keyboard or I drove into a lake. There are way too many up here.

DISCLAIMER: If I owned Avatar I wouldn't have to write such a big A/N.

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Saturday, June 11, 2009 12:48 PM

Chameleon Bay Airport

TO: yuethemoonspirit at moon. com

FROM watertribegenius at awesomeness. com

Subject: Life sucks.

OK, yes, I DID say we were boarding. We did. Everyone did. We got all situated and everything, we even started rolling down the runway!

But, we had to stop because of the storm in Ba Sing Se.

Yes, we are flying to Ba Sing Se. You might ask me, 'Sokka, you are flying to the Fire Nation, which is west of us. Ba Sing Se is east of us. East and West are two completely different directions. Now, why would you fly to Ba Sing Se just to fly OVER where you just were?'

That is a good question, Yue. I asked my father who brought us to the airport three hours early, and he went on about airfare prices and how it was somehow cheaper to buy four airplane tickets than two. After about five minutes of this I picked up a Private book (YES, I was re-reading one of my female books, leave me alone.) and me and my dad had another one of those conversations than usually go like this:

DAD: "You know I don't like you reading those books. They're inappropriate."

ME: "How would you know? You've never read them."

DAD: "You're right. Let me read one."

ME: "No!"

My dad thinks EVERYTHING is inappropriate! Books, movies, TV shows, and apparently the whole English language, now that he thinks the words 'suck' and 'retarded' are inappropriate. I can't keep up. For Christmas I'm getting him a thesaurus so he can find some synonyms for inappropriate. Oh, here are some I just pulled up on the web:

bad form, disproportionate, foot-in-mouth, garbage, ill-fitted, ill-suited, ill-timed, improper, inapplicable, inapropos, incongruous, inconsonant, incorrect, indecorous, inept, irrelevant, left-field, malapropos, off, out of line, out of place, tasteless, unbecoming, unbefitting, undue, unfit, unfitting, unmeet, unseasonable, unseemly, unsuitable, untimely, way off, wrong, wrong-number.

Hmm. I'll ask my dad if he can switch to inapropos, mainly because I don't think he can pronounce it. Half those words just set my spellcheck off.

Okay, so I'll tell you about my amazing time packing last night.

So, I have all my clothes out, a bunch of crap, all that jazz, and it occurs to me that I didn't have a book for the trip. (you know me, I always need a book.) So I wander into my dad's room, because he couldn't possibly mind me taking one of his books, as long as they were 'appropriate.'

So, I'm looking through all these books with a reading level for college grads, but I can read just fine. Then I come by this really OLD book, called 'Uncommon Baby Names and Their Meanings.' I figured my parents must have gotton the book when my mom was pregnant with me, I don't know why my dad kept it, was he planning on getting some random chick pregnant when Katara and I went off to college, after he developed some weird empty-nest syndrome? Come on, you KNOW my dad will be one of those guys that does that. (Develop empty-nest syndrome, not get a random chick pregnant.)

So, I'm having an awesome time flipping through this thing looking at all the weird names, (Some of them were circled and marked in other ways! It's SCARY to think I could have wounded up with some of that stuff!) and I got the brilliant idea to look up some of our names.

YOU got an awesome name. Your name means 'moon' and nothing else. Katara, Miss Thong, she cracked me up. HER name means 'blessed', 'pure', and 'holy hill.' Yes, she is so pure, sleeping like some prostitute. Then I looked up MY name, where I found that my dad had some EXPLAINING to do.

So I go downstairs, (and trip at the bottom, believe it or not.) my dad's eating this awesome chicken sandwich in the kitchen and I come up to him, all pissed off, and show him the book. This is how our conversation went:

DAD: "What?"

ME: "Do you hate me?"

DAD: "I love you, Sokka. What's wrong?" (OH, yeah, play innocent!)

ME: "HOW could you? HOW could you give Katara a name that means pure, KATARA, who has run through the park topless in the full light of day, and then give ME a name that means, 'with socks', 'heavy treader', oh, and my favorite, 'DRUNKEN WARRIOR?'"

DON'T LAUGH!

DAD: "..."

ME: 'stares angerily'

DAD: "Where did you find that book? It's inappropriate."

ME: 'steals dad's sandwich and runs away, that's how I knew it was so good.'

I kept the book, and I'm getting a name change when I'm eighteen, because I'm not walking around the Earth my whole life wearing a shirt that makes me look like a stripper with a name that says I'm drunk with my sister who IS a stripper and has a name that means pure!

LIFE IS NOT FAIR!

Okay, so the plane is about to take off, and I don't want to kill my computer, so I'll wait until we are safely in the air to email again.

UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE, (three years) Sokka.

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Okay, forgive me, I just wanna say that Sokka isn't the only one who got stuck with a name that makes you wonder how much weed your parents were smoking when they named you. I can not TELL YOU how many times I've gotten teased for being a 'suicidal romantic' at school. Yeah, THANKS Shakespeare, I really love your play, but couldn't you have named your character something else? When I'M eighteen, I'M going to change my name to Jette, so I don't have to explain why I shorten it to everyone, like I'm putting you people through. Okay, get back to the story, sorry about that, folks.

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Saturday, June 11, 2009, 8:52 PM

Probably right over my house

TO: yuethemoonspirit at moon. com

FROM watertribegenius at awesomeness. com

Subject: I'm drunk on a plaaaaaane....

God, will this day NEVER end?

So, I fell asleep when we were taking off, so I didn't turn my computer back on. And since my dad though we were already arriving three hours earlier than we were, the time that he factored in in case of a late flight (which happened) turned out to be useless.

So we touch down in Ba Sing Se and my dad's talking to himself, "The flight HAS to be delayed, because ALL the flights are delayed."

So, we look at the little board that displays all the flights, and there's the flight to the Fire Nation, which is, miraculously, ON TIME.

So then my dad runs through the airport (with a death grip on my arm, I dunno why, so I don't get kidnapped or something and he has to pay a ransom of like, five million dollars.) and we get to the gate with like, two seconds to spare, and this little thingy that talks about the flight blinks form ON TIME, to DELAYED.

I collapse in a heap of human tiredness and dad's just like, "Cheer up, Sokka, we're getting there."

ME: "Dad, we're farther away from the Fire Nation then we were this morning when you woke me up at flipping three AM."

DAD: 'collapses into heap of human tiredness besides me'

Remember when WE went to Ba Sing Se for a field trip, and we went to ten thousand memorials for that hundred-year-war forever ago on the first day, and it was like, a hundred degrees and everyone was wearing sweatshirts and we WALKED everywhere? THIS was WAY worse.

Why are Ba Sing Se plane seats so tiny? The people here are a lot bigger than the ones back home, so why do we get the big seats with actual legroom and a seat that you can actually move in without mauling the person next to you?

Okay, speaking of the freak next to me, he looks really pissed that I'm still typing away, and he just read what I wrote and he's threatening to throw me off the plane, so I'm gonna stop writing and get me dad to switch seats with me. Bye!

HELP ME! Sokka.

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LOL, I LOVE writing this. Well, I'm hungry, gonna go eat lunch at two in the afternoon, bye!