maverik86

So I’m up in this airplane right now. I’m sure I’m the only Canadian on this flight. There’s this gritty stuff all over my laptop and not sure how it got on there, I just threw it into the case. I also in all my brilliance thought the flight was at 5:40… it was actually 15:40. So holy shit, I can’t believe they let me on, I was there half hour after they closed. Didn’t even have time to cancel my phone yet. So I’m gonna call home when I get there. Why not right? Someones gotta use those long distance minutes.
I’ve also found out there’s some people I really just cannot understand when an airplanes making a lot of noise. Nice people though. I think Britain is really gonna be the place to be. I was advised to see some place in the far south with a beach that started with B. So I think I’ll give that a shot in a few days. Should be a good ticket anyway. I also forgot to put my Office 2003 onto this thing. So I can only use Word 25 more times for the next 6 months.

So I should be there around 2 AM Calgary time… and about 9AM Brit time. Spent the past 3 days with people. Everyone needs their own special goodbye time. I’m sorry if I didn’t get a chance to see some of you. Please don’t take it personally. I have a wallet full of pounds which, I’m debating getting a new wallet that fits pounds. Do they really need to be that big. And the bigger the bill the bigger the note I’ve noticed so far. It’s also back over $2.00 Canadian. Which is gonna be a real pain in the ass. Atleast I have my laptop and my Oasis. Dunno what I’d do without Oasis.

I also found out you can fit a ton of shit into a backpack if you need to. I mean ridiculous amounts. I also got these killer shoes that my friend thinks look like something House would wear, escalating her belief that his character was modelled after me.

I can’t believe how fast this came. Yet I’m still not excited or all that nervous. I mean really, just need to find the trains, find the hostel, and I have an unbelievable knack for finding pubs. So I think I’ll have no problems. My friends are sure I’ll be back within 2 months. Some people just don’t appreciate other cultures and like their bubbles. I’m a change junky, and a reality junky. Luckily I barely slept last night. After a cigar you feel so weird, and then you sit up for hours on end praying you can just go to bed. It’s like when you’re incredibly drunk and you just want the room to stop spinning for a few minutes so you can pass out.

So I’m hoping to be sleeping soon. I figure if I can start sleeping at about 7 or so I should be good for tomorrow when I land. 7 hours ahead, no problem. I used to work shift work so I know it’s not going ahead that’s hard it’s going back. No real good way to do that besides staying up for long periods and resetting yourself.

I don’t know if all planes have this. But I’ve been reviewing the literature, cause, well what else do I have to do. There’s no writing just pictures and you all know how my mind can go off in totally different directions as everyone else. One of the pictures is a 3 parter. First frame, guy staring out the window. Next one, dotted line from guys eyes to what I think is a cloud. Third, cloud explodes. Now I have no idea what this actually means, but I’m gonna take a stab at it. Don’t blow up clouds with your laser vision while on the plane. This is a Brit airline, so that might not be too far off. They have an amazing sense of humor.

And seriously, are these boxers made of wool? My weasels getting heatstroke.

I’m not sure if anyone really understood the brilliance of Cigarettes and Alcohol. I don’t mean literally, I mean the song. Probably one of the most underrated Oasis songs going. You can have a lot of fun on a flight. There was a few of them talking earlier how they saw a moose in Canada and how amazing it was. I got thinking of when I first started at Telus and this chick would bust into my cube like some fucking moose all ARGHGG!! And steal my lunch. Very moosey indeed.

So I got talking to some passengers. There was an Irish couple next to me who live in Calgary now. Across from me is an older Brit couple and a younger guy who loves football and Oasis. We spent most of the night talking about how great Westham is and how Man U buys talent, and Liverpool buys talent, then fucks it up. Finally someone who understands me.

Speak again, Ojala.