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In the Grand Tradition of "I try to travel from Point A to Point B and it all ends in disaster," yesterday was a complete and utter cock-up.
I spent most of Wednesday night packing - which, you know, surprisingly physical, that - and didn't get to bed until 5.30 in the morning. Got up at 9.00, then (not as bad as spring break, when I fly home immediately after pulling an all-nighter, but still!), and spent the next several hours hauling 50 lb boxes from my third-floor un-air-conditioned dorm room to the place halfway across campus I was storing it at, all in 95 degree weather. Not fun in any way. My roommate's dad is pretty much the nicest person on the entire planet ever though for helping me move all this stuff. My roommate too.
Anyway. So all the moving took longer than we thought it would, so I was running late and roommate's dad offered to drive me to the train station. Got there just in time to miss the train, and had to wait for the next one at 1.11. I got to the airport at 2.10. My flight? Was supposed to board at 2.05. And of course, it gets better - the BART lets off in the international terminal, and when I went up to take the airtrain to my terminal, they had a guy directing people back down. Cue confusion and swearing, until I hear the anouncement they're broadcasting that the airport is experiencing black-outs, which means the train isn't running, which leads to much more swearing. So I walk from the international terminal to my terminal with all of my luggage - my suitcase, my overnight bag, my computer bag, my messenger bag full of books, my purse, two pillows, and a quilt (shut up, I fail at packing). Missed my flight, obviously, which I pretty much figured was going to happen before I even left the train station. Luckily, the woman at the check-in desk got me on stand-by for a later flight, so I had a chance to eat and get to my gate with plenty of time to spare.
And then the next panic-inducing moment - about five minutes before my flight is supposed to board, I go to check the time and realize I don't have my cell phone. I remembered that when I sat down somewhere earlier a bunch of stuff had fallen out of my pocket, so I assumed I lost it there, but I would have had to go half-way across the terminal and back through security to get it, and yeeeaah. Not happening. So I spent the next several hours freaking out about how much trouble I was going to be in for losing my phone (/again/, since I "lost" it over spring break).
The flight at least went fine, made my connection in Denver with enough time to eat even, and arrived in Albuquerque alright, if completely fucking exhausted. And I called the Lost and Found in SFO this morning and they're going to mail my phone to me, so that worked out sort of ( I mean, I am phone-less, but only temporarily). On the other hand, I have blisters, random inexplicable but painful bruises on my legs, and my arms, neck, and shoulders are just a mess of stiffness and pain (for which Envy and Al mocked me mercilessly today), and I'm still exhausted.
But on the bright side I'm home for the summer, I got to spend the afternoon with Al and Envy watching Torchwood, and I got an early birthday present from my dad - an external hard drive for my laptop, yay! I already moved all my music, video, picture, and Word files onto it (except for my fanfiction/writing folder, which is just backed up on it), and went from having my hard drive almost totally full to more than half empty. Now I just have to begin the apparently agonizing process of removing Vista.
I spent most of Wednesday night packing - which, you know, surprisingly physical, that - and didn't get to bed until 5.30 in the morning. Got up at 9.00, then (not as bad as spring break, when I fly home immediately after pulling an all-nighter, but still!), and spent the next several hours hauling 50 lb boxes from my third-floor un-air-conditioned dorm room to the place halfway across campus I was storing it at, all in 95 degree weather. Not fun in any way. My roommate's dad is pretty much the nicest person on the entire planet ever though for helping me move all this stuff. My roommate too.
Anyway. So all the moving took longer than we thought it would, so I was running late and roommate's dad offered to drive me to the train station. Got there just in time to miss the train, and had to wait for the next one at 1.11. I got to the airport at 2.10. My flight? Was supposed to board at 2.05. And of course, it gets better - the BART lets off in the international terminal, and when I went up to take the airtrain to my terminal, they had a guy directing people back down. Cue confusion and swearing, until I hear the anouncement they're broadcasting that the airport is experiencing black-outs, which means the train isn't running, which leads to much more swearing. So I walk from the international terminal to my terminal with all of my luggage - my suitcase, my overnight bag, my computer bag, my messenger bag full of books, my purse, two pillows, and a quilt (shut up, I fail at packing). Missed my flight, obviously, which I pretty much figured was going to happen before I even left the train station. Luckily, the woman at the check-in desk got me on stand-by for a later flight, so I had a chance to eat and get to my gate with plenty of time to spare.
And then the next panic-inducing moment - about five minutes before my flight is supposed to board, I go to check the time and realize I don't have my cell phone. I remembered that when I sat down somewhere earlier a bunch of stuff had fallen out of my pocket, so I assumed I lost it there, but I would have had to go half-way across the terminal and back through security to get it, and yeeeaah. Not happening. So I spent the next several hours freaking out about how much trouble I was going to be in for losing my phone (/again/, since I "lost" it over spring break).
The flight at least went fine, made my connection in Denver with enough time to eat even, and arrived in Albuquerque alright, if completely fucking exhausted. And I called the Lost and Found in SFO this morning and they're going to mail my phone to me, so that worked out sort of ( I mean, I am phone-less, but only temporarily). On the other hand, I have blisters, random inexplicable but painful bruises on my legs, and my arms, neck, and shoulders are just a mess of stiffness and pain (for which Envy and Al mocked me mercilessly today), and I'm still exhausted.
But on the bright side I'm home for the summer, I got to spend the afternoon with Al and Envy watching Torchwood, and I got an early birthday present from my dad - an external hard drive for my laptop, yay! I already moved all my music, video, picture, and Word files onto it (except for my fanfiction/writing folder, which is just backed up on it), and went from having my hard drive almost totally full to more than half empty. Now I just have to begin the apparently agonizing process of removing Vista.