Oh noes!

Okay, it's like, 3 am? And I'm not packed. My taxi comes in 5 hours.

Instead, I'm making LJ icons.



And I'm thinking -- why am I procrastinating? I've thought I was ready to go home for several days now -- the exhaust of traveling, living out of a suitcase, nothing more and certainly no decline in my thirst for adventure.

But now, I'm thinking about being home, and it terrifies me, because it means that this trip, this adventure, is over. I was just getting to the point where it felt all real, and tangible, and it permeated my skin.

Everything around me feels exciting when I'm on the international lam. I notice every building. Every pair of shoes that walks by me. The intricacies of the ceiling. Nothing is wasted, and nothing is dull.

Maybe I'm not scared to be bored at home, but boring. Relegated to a life of the ordinary.


... Or maybe I'm just tired of packing.

3 am. Five hours to pack my life up again. For the last time in a while.

OMG

Friday, 9:28 am
June 15th, 2007


I'm surrounded by zombies. They sit listlessly, eyes glazed over, ripping pieces off of their sandwiches filled with stale, old meat.

No, I am not Blogging Like It's The End of the World. I'm in the Berlin Schönefeld airport, eating a disgusting vegetable sandwich that I had to queue for 20 minutes for.

But at this point, I'm so tired that I don't even care. I'm so tired that even though my well-travelled iPod headphones sound like a rice krispie treat in my left ear, I don't really pay it much mind. Especially during The Roots or Run-DMC. My *snap* Adidas *crackle*!

I ended up not sleeping at all last night, paranoid that I'd be unable to wake up on time. As it was, the taxi man was in the lobby waiting for me when I came downstairs at 7:55.

He was also awake enough to be a smartass.

Me:Are you the taxi?
Him: I'm the driver of the taxi.

Dude, it's before 8 am. Don't make me turn you into schnitzel.

The internet is pay-internet here, and seeing as I only have 40 minutes until boarding, I'm skeptical as to whether it's worth it. At this point, I could very easily sleep while sitting up. With my face in a pile of internet.

And if I weren't sleeping, I'd take a picture of that so you could all laugh at me.

Now, off to find a dark comfortable corner so I can play Mario vs. Donkey Kong. If I don't distract myself, I will go and buy that $40 Steif Eisbär plushie.

A Note to the Irish

Friday, 4:32 pm, Berlin Time
Dublin Time ??
June 15th, 2007

Dear Aer Lingus,

Maybe you're relying on the Luck of the Irish. Whatever it is, I thought I'd perhaps give you some helpful hints so that your next passenger doesn't feel like stabbing you in the eye with a shamrock.

Send Ireland a message that it is, in fact, Summer. Summer usually entails weather that is warm and inviting.

If Ireland is not, however, accepting messages at this time, please reconsider your open-tarmac-to-the-plane policy. Nothing says "Welcome to Ireland" like cold, freezing rain in your face, really, I swear. Though I can see why you all started drinking, brr.

Secondly, if someone is flying with your airline ALL the way through their travels -- even if you have a stopover, don't make them check in again. Don't make them pick up their baggage, don't make them get another boarding pass in the stopover city. Really, just don't.

If you do, why not take some of the money you saved in not getting proper gate-to-plane enclosed ramps and buy some signs? Here's a hint: "Departures/Arrivals" is not a helpful sign. How about "GO HERE TO TRANSFER PLANES." Isn't it bad enough that you made us go through security again? And unload all of our liquids again? And start up our computers again?

I can forgive many of your faults, Aer Lingus. Sure, for an international carrier, you're cheap in every way. No free booze, crappy food. Blinding green colors everywhere you look.

But the hallmark of a good airline could certainly be giving your passenger the ability to actually GET ON his or her flight. Don't change gates on me while I'm sitting, half-sleeping, playing my DS. I look up, and suddenly, I'm waiting for a flight to Madrid? Bwa? I've already been there!

I wonder if I can justify buying a blanket here in the airport, to go along with the dress I bought for pattiejoe and meli123's wedding next month.


EDIT: 4:55 pm

Dammit, Aer Lingus! That's it! Having server errors when I'm trying to buy INTERNET time is unacceptable. Offering me a help page that I can't access without internet is completely useless.