*45 minutes of being in airplane*
So, the plane rides are always reply scary. Not like, "I'M GOING TO DIE!" but more like, "What if I fell out of the tiny window?"
Very weird situation. Right now, I'm laying down on my little sister. I only had one hour of sleep. I made the stupidest decision of going asleep at eleven, and we left the house at one o'clock to go to the airport, (which is two hours away from where I live.)
I mean, my sister, mom, and I had to stay at the airport for two to three hours. Not fun. Especially when you're really impatient, like myself. Same thing when the plane "blasts off". Like, it took fourteen minutes, (I counted), to actually get up in the air.
Since I'm flying to LAX, I decided to jump in the plane and sing, "I hopped on a plane to LAX!"
Get the Miley Cyrus reference?
Well, since CA is two hours behind from where I'm from, I'm going to get there at 7:00. But in MY state it's 9:00.
So that's nice.
Hopefully I won't run into my teacher, for some reason she's going to be in CA, and in the same city as me. Isn't that weird? I hope I don't see her in a bikini, that would be REALLY WEIRD.
I would never look at her the same.
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Diary For CA
RandomThis is a diary that I will update for my friends, while I'm away in California for a week.