Let's Fly Let's Fly Away

Wow and I thought I'd have a problem getting up at 8am everyday. Today, I got up at 6:30am PST. Funny what a little jet lag and lack of sleep can do to you. I slept for 12 hours, which is not bad, considering I've slept more in the past. My housemates must think I'm a freak...going to sleep at 6pm!!

Anyway, so the plane ride yesterday was not SO terrible. I don't know if it was the Dramamine or not but I wasn't plane sick at all. I think I slept most of the way because I was too tired. It wasn't a pleasant sleep at all though. First, you can't really get comfortable when you're sitting up, no matter what you try to do. Second, it doesn't help to be woken up by the screams of a baby behind you every so often. I swear, that baby annoyed the hell out of me! I'd be drifting to sleep and then I'd here this ear-splitting shriek coming from behind me. Sleeping...Scream...sleeping...scream. This happened no less than 20 times. I'm never having a baby.

They showed two movies--Freedom Writers and Because I Said So , which I would have watched if I weren't so tired. The food was pretty nice. We were served breakfast, which consisted of a cheese omelet in a pita, fruit cup, yogurt, cupcake (or muffin? I can never tell the difference), and a drink of your choice (I got orange juice). Later we were served a snack consisting of peanuts and a drink. (See pictures below.)

At one point, the guy next to me asked me what time it was. I checked my watch. "1:30", I replied. But just to be sure, I checked my cellphone...and it said 11:30, which made me really confused. Have we really been on the plane for only 2.5 hours? But then again, my watch could be wrong (the date on there is actually wrong). Hm...I decided to trust my cell phone and revised my answer. "Actually, it's 11:30", I said.

But still doubting my answer, I decided to ask the flight attendant who was passing by. "Depends on what time you want," he said. "Eastern," I replied. "1:30" he said.

OK. So my watch was correct. I guess my cell phone must have detected some signal as we flied through the different time zones and adjusted accordingly.

After my plane landed I waited around the baggage claim to get my stuff. After that, I called the shuttle service to come and pick me up (I had already pre-arranged for them to come). Here's where I wanted to kill someone. They told me to "go outside, turn left, and walk all the way down until you see 'Courtyard 1'. Do not cross any sidewalks." So I did as told, lugged my two luggages along as I stepped outside, turned left, and walked down, didn't cross any sidewalks and...didn't see 'Courtyard 1' either. So I called them again.

"Are you sure you walked all the way down?"
"Yes."
"What terminal are you at?"
"Right now I'm by Air Canada."
"Oh, you walked down the wrong way. You have to go past US Airways."
"Oh, OK."

So, I walked all the way back, to the other end. (By this time my back was killing me and so were my arms and I was sweating profusely. Not to mention annoyed.) Guess what I found when I got there? Courtyard 2!!!! Fuck! I decided to ask someone who worked there. "Courtyard 1 is all the way down the other way." Just to confirm, I called the stupid shuttle people again. (It was a different person this time who picked up.)

"I'm at US Airways and I only see Courtyard 2."
"Huh? You're at the wrong end. Did you turn left?"
"YES I TURNED LEFT AT FIRST BUT SOMEONE TOLD ME THAT I WAS AT THE WRONG END!!"
"Turn left and go all the way down until you see Courtyard 1. Do not cross any sidewalks."
"Got it."

So I dragged everything back with me the other way. And I realized at this point that I didn't go far enough last time. After about 10000 minutes of walking I finally see a "blue and red van, blue on top red on the bottom" waiting for me. The driver came out and helped me put everything in the van. And we're off. After about 40 minutes of driving, we arrived at 1949 W. Hedding St.

I rang the doorbell. No one answered. I told them I'd be here today so there should be someone home. I decided to call Astrid, the girl who's renting the place to me. "Oh, sorry! I'll be back in half an hour. The door's not locked, you can go in." So I went inside. The house has 5 bedrooms and 1.5 bathrooms, a big kitchen, and a living room--all on one floor. It look a bit run down...but I don't mind. All I want is a place to stay for 10 weeks, and this offers me exactly that. So I'm happy. My room is actually pretty nice. It's standard sized, with a large enough closet to fit all of my clothes, a full-sized bed, and a small-but-everything-fits desk. (See pictures below.) In addition, I get a private entrance to my room from outside and a large and bright window. Definitely not too shabby. :)

It's 8:45am right now. Ugh still 2 more hours to go before I can go to pick up my car... In the meantime, I think I'll walk to the Burger King (or maybe Taco Bell..since that's closer) down the street to get myself some breakfast.

Inside the Boeing 737..

Take off conditions.
Breakfast!
All gone!
Those peanuts are actually pretty good...
The view from my window..
The closet with all my clothes.. It doesn't look like there's much in there...but there is. I only hung up my dress shirts/pants since I didn't bring hangers and there were only enough for them.
My bed with my Cornell sweatshirt on it. It's a very comfortable bed. :)