So it's late morning right now, and I'm inside our room at Wyndham Resort.
"Our," because it's my mother and I at Orlando, Florida. She's really the only one supposed to be here, as Wyndham is hosting a convention for X ray technologists. She suggested I tag along, as Florida weather does wonders for the skin, and I should get away, and blah blah blah.
My dad drove us to Los Angeles, and it was thanks to him we met traffic. We left at around 19:00 PST, and, being the start of Spring Break, the roads were congested. Thankfully the addition of two new lanes made the drive easier to bear.
We bid our farewells at the LAX (which I've surmised is short for "Laxative Airport"), and suffered through the hell that is the American airline industry.
Strangely, the airport itself wasn't that bad—it wasn't crowded, small children were not crying in earshot, and no one released any weaponised strains of anthrax.
Air security totally sucks. I brought loads of pencils and they didn't care. Then again, I could've brought a lighter. Or seventy. Kursh! Kursh! Kursh! I throw lighter at your face! Kursh! Or, I could just set them on top of a laptop that overheats easily. Or make sparks with it.
Either way, ba-da-bing ba-da-that-burns.
We took a United Airlines plane, economy class. The plane was small and generally extremely claustrophobic. The seats, however did not seem worn, and seemed not too filthy. There were young children aboard, but the only people who whined and cried on the aircraft were a bunch of female high school seniors. The lot of students seemed to be baseball players flying to Florida for some big game.
I got the window seat. Hurrah!
Being a night flight, I was not forced to see the dead and bulldozed mountains of California, nor the blanket of crap we call the California sky. No, no, we were treated to a much more beautiful sight—the sight of the various illuminated human establishments beneath us. Oh, it was beautiful! It was like the Milky Way except all the lights were yellow and there was no depth of field whatsoever. We could also see stars, but the sky around us was still saturated with light.
Still, there's nothing else that can hammer the insignificance of humanity and Earth in general into a person trapped by industrialisation than a night flight. Nothing else can do the trick... Except a real view of the stars, but then you wouldn't be trapped by industrialisation so much, now would you?
I sketched some character designs while Marley and Me played overhead. I got a strange look from an attendant while doing so, seeing as I could potentially break down at any moment and stab the passengers and Crew with my F-grade (hardness) pencil. But he soon shrugged it off and went off on his way, occasionally glancing at the Oscar Wilde clone I was drawing.
I drank iced water and finished my chicken tortilla soup from Baja Fresh on the plane ride. For a reason or two, the spiciness of the soup did not bother me much on the plane. I'm not sure if this was because my tongue was adjusting to the spices, my hunger, or a combination of both. All I know was that it tasted good and was filling.
There came a time when I grew tired of drawing and I simply turned to the windows' view for contentment. It was at that point my mother turned off the overhead lights and our aisle ceased to be the only one on in the economy class. The sight of dimensional clouds below us (they looked like rain clouds, big, floofy, and getting heavy) made up for this loss.
I soon retired. Or at least tried. You see, I take comfort in unorthodox seating positions, and for the life of me I can't sleep whilst sitting straight. I laid my pillow close to the window, sandwiched beneath my hands, and somehow I managed to bring my legs up to the seat without pushing my mother and a stranger into the main walkway.
I expeced to have a strange dream while asleep, but I if not. I was, and still am disappointed with myself. I told my mother this and she couldn't help but crack a smile.
I'll finish the rest of this story later. I've only had two to three hours of sleep and am very tired. I'll continue in a few hours...
-uwaaa-
-swoons-
"Our," because it's my mother and I at Orlando, Florida. She's really the only one supposed to be here, as Wyndham is hosting a convention for X ray technologists. She suggested I tag along, as Florida weather does wonders for the skin, and I should get away, and blah blah blah.
My dad drove us to Los Angeles, and it was thanks to him we met traffic. We left at around 19:00 PST, and, being the start of Spring Break, the roads were congested. Thankfully the addition of two new lanes made the drive easier to bear.
We bid our farewells at the LAX (which I've surmised is short for "Laxative Airport"), and suffered through the hell that is the American airline industry.
Strangely, the airport itself wasn't that bad—it wasn't crowded, small children were not crying in earshot, and no one released any weaponised strains of anthrax.
Air security totally sucks. I brought loads of pencils and they didn't care. Then again, I could've brought a lighter. Or seventy. Kursh! Kursh! Kursh! I throw lighter at your face! Kursh! Or, I could just set them on top of a laptop that overheats easily. Or make sparks with it.
Either way, ba-da-bing ba-da-that-burns.
We took a United Airlines plane, economy class. The plane was small and generally extremely claustrophobic. The seats, however did not seem worn, and seemed not too filthy. There were young children aboard, but the only people who whined and cried on the aircraft were a bunch of female high school seniors. The lot of students seemed to be baseball players flying to Florida for some big game.
I got the window seat. Hurrah!
Being a night flight, I was not forced to see the dead and bulldozed mountains of California, nor the blanket of crap we call the California sky. No, no, we were treated to a much more beautiful sight—the sight of the various illuminated human establishments beneath us. Oh, it was beautiful! It was like the Milky Way except all the lights were yellow and there was no depth of field whatsoever. We could also see stars, but the sky around us was still saturated with light.
Still, there's nothing else that can hammer the insignificance of humanity and Earth in general into a person trapped by industrialisation than a night flight. Nothing else can do the trick... Except a real view of the stars, but then you wouldn't be trapped by industrialisation so much, now would you?
I sketched some character designs while Marley and Me played overhead. I got a strange look from an attendant while doing so, seeing as I could potentially break down at any moment and stab the passengers and Crew with my F-grade (hardness) pencil. But he soon shrugged it off and went off on his way, occasionally glancing at the Oscar Wilde clone I was drawing.
I drank iced water and finished my chicken tortilla soup from Baja Fresh on the plane ride. For a reason or two, the spiciness of the soup did not bother me much on the plane. I'm not sure if this was because my tongue was adjusting to the spices, my hunger, or a combination of both. All I know was that it tasted good and was filling.
There came a time when I grew tired of drawing and I simply turned to the windows' view for contentment. It was at that point my mother turned off the overhead lights and our aisle ceased to be the only one on in the economy class. The sight of dimensional clouds below us (they looked like rain clouds, big, floofy, and getting heavy) made up for this loss.
I soon retired. Or at least tried. You see, I take comfort in unorthodox seating positions, and for the life of me I can't sleep whilst sitting straight. I laid my pillow close to the window, sandwiched beneath my hands, and somehow I managed to bring my legs up to the seat without pushing my mother and a stranger into the main walkway.
I expeced to have a strange dream while asleep, but I if not. I was, and still am disappointed with myself. I told my mother this and she couldn't help but crack a smile.
I'll finish the rest of this story later. I've only had two to three hours of sleep and am very tired. I'll continue in a few hours...
-uwaaa-
-swoons-
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