Psych.

Flight Log.

Saturday, May 12, 2018
Today at 7:20 PM I will be boarding a Southwest flight destined for Las Vegas.
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The airport was nice, I guess. Despite dying from anxiety the entire time. I met a few people. An asian girl named Julie from San Jose and black woman who's name I didn't get from North Carolina, she teaches freshman by the way. I wouldn't have the patience to deal with that.
While boarding, I met a lovely couple from Las Vegas. They just got married in North Carolina. On the beach. They're great for conversation and completely understanding of my jumpy anxiety. I decided that it would be nice to board with them and sit with them.
9:32 PM
Why didn't I charge my damn phone? Oh that's right, I had major anxiety in the airport.
28%
I have about two and a half hours to go before arriving. But, honestly it's probably more.
The newly weds are playing Mario Kart on their Nintendo switch. Husband keeps winning but he keeps kissing his wife on the cheek. Normally i'd make a comment on how sappy that is, but I have to admit they're goals.
They told me that they've known eachother since they were three because their mothers went to college together. I told them how my first "crush" was a girl when I was a kid, who I thought was straight, until she married another girl. I find myself attracted to fake straight girls, what I mean by that is that they always end up being lesbian or bisexual when my attraction has passed or they're dating someone else. Eh. No sweat on my back, I still don't really feel like dating anyone.
I kinda want to fall asleep, but i'm a little paranoid and it took me 3 hours to fall asleep in my bed last night despite how tired I was and the splitting headache that decided to creep up on me.
The older lady across the row from me, i'm not sitting in the middle seat for once, is reading a book called "Chicken Soup for the Soul" i've heard it's pretty good. I don't remember what it's about. Oops.
The captain just informed us, mumbling of course, that we ate about an hour and forty-five minutes away from Las Vegas. Awesome, not that bad. So far it's been an alright flight, not much turbulence, the clouds looked gorgeous when the sun was setting.
How is this man already drunk with only a Jack on the Rocks? Very talkative by the way. I'm talking about a dude sitting across the row and up one from me. He's chatting away with his significant other, I think. Hella loud, but his conversation is interesting. He's quite the character. I can only think of the "And they were roommates" vine, though.
We just hit a bit of turbulence and it feels like my stomach flipped, not such a great feeling. I have This Is America by Childish Gambino stuck in my head and that is giving me life.
10:01 PM
So, there are these two latino men on this flight. They think i'm white. Now, remember thaf I am a very pale Mexican, with freckles and hazel/brown eyes.
Now, to the story i'm trying to tell. These guys, move everywhere together. They take bathroom trips together, one gets up and so does the other, etc etc. One would think that they're a couple. Well, nah, they're not. They're just hella tight and they love to gossip in Spanish about the people on the plane. They don't know that lil ol me speaks Spanish fluently and when they made a comment about whether my chest was real or not, I laughed and replied, "Si, como crees." He choked so quick and they have since avoided any eye contact with me. I love it.
There is this male flight attendant that is so fake happy, it seems that all he wants is to go home and be done with this. He's so chipper though and smiley. He could be hiding that fact that he is a mass murderer and this is how he picks his victims. The one he smiles the most at is done for.
What am I saying? I'm just killing time.
Time to sleep. 24%
11:09 PM
Lovely headache we're having.
We are almost there. Guess who couldn't really sleep? Turbulence as we fall into the city. I'm beyond excited to see my sister and family. See you on the ground.
"Welcome to Las Vegas."