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yeah, i don’t write anything new.. and while i was waiting in the terminal for like 6-7 more hours because i missed my flight, i just started typing crap. i mean, i had a lot of time to think about stuff… so, since i don’t have to write any new stuff, i will post it. enjoy my somewhat depressing ramblings.

As she sat in the airport terminal, she wondered what would come to her. She wondered what would happen in the six hours she’d be there. Typing away on her laptop and listening to a Gary Chaw song on loop, she wondered how long this six hours was going to last.

This particular terminal was cold and there were few passengers. She had always been fascinated with airports, people coming and going all the time. It was an international place. An annoying, crowded, inconvenient place. Not interested.

The T.V. stayed on for the whole duration, the daily news streaming loudly throughout of the terminal. Perhaps this was why she had missed her flight. She wanted to get rid of the noise and so she plugged her earphones in. She decided to pull them out during an announcement in case. But, consequently, she missed her flight.

She went to the counter, confused on why the gate she was at was empty. It was thirty minutes past the flight time. The lady at the counter had four white stripes on her shiny greased bangs. She uncaringly stated that the flight had left and exasperatedly asked the girl where she had been when the flight had left.

There were no flights to Seattle for six hours and it would cost fifty dollars to book another flight. The girl didn’t know what to say. But she slowly made her way to the bathroom. For some reason, she started tearing up. Was it because was stupid?

Maybe it was because things always messed up at the most crucial time. She was sick of it but she would never change no matter how much she wanted to.

Her laptop was plugged into the wall. She was surprised that there were outlets out in the open. The wi-fi was weak and slow, so she didn’t bother. And instead, she decided to start writing a story in third-person perspective because she was so pissed off at herself and at the damned airline.

The airport was designed to organize airlines into specific terminals, so all she saw were these people in their neat blue uniforms and disgusting, tacky blue seats with the airline logo. She was sick of it and starting to get hungry, but she wanted to wait until lunch.

An older man ran over her laptop wire and apologized. She made a mental note to unplug it for elders. Another girl plugged her phone into the socket and asked the girl to watch over her phone. She shrugged and said, “Okay.”

She started to get tired. Her eyes were droopy and were still soft from crying a bit. She admitted to herself that she was a big baby and a few tears leaked out. She swore to herself that she would never miss another flight. She didn’t want to be stuck in a boring terminal with people she didn’t want to see again.

However, it was a good lesson for her to learn. At least it wasn’t at a crucial time. She did want to go home though. She was looking forward to it.

It was 10:30 AM. Two hours passed. She decided to move over a seat to sit in the sun.

The screen looked different in the sunlight and it seemed dimmer, so she turned the screen to a dimmer setting. Did the dimmer screen really save more electricity? It certainly felt like it. After all, she could barely see anything on the screen in the daylight. The sun was warmer though and her goose bumps went away. The terminal was heavily air-conditioned.

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Last night, I was on a forum and there was a thread about ‘Your Ideal Guy’. There were so many hits and I was curious about what girls want (or what they say they want). I wasn’t exactly surprised when I read the first couple posts. They went along the lines of… “Tall, toned, nice voice, great smile/nice teeth, isn’t afraid to say he goes out with me, can dance, smart, honest, nice, kind, polite, chivalrous etc. etc. etc.

Yeah, this kind of person (let alone guy) is IMPOSSIBLE. Females need to be realistic about their choice in partners. Last year, one of my teachers said that people with ‘types’ are prejudice because they are putting up their own criteria based on looks or traits. They’re basically saying that these people are saying ‘no’ without knowing a person on the inside. And I completely agree.

For me, my ideal guy just has to make my heart beat faster. He might not be the most beautiful man on earth, or the smartest, or the best at everything. A while back, I came to the conclusion of, “You don’t have to have a reason to like someone.” I find this to be true, because you can have a million reasons why you like someone, or none.

(Edit: Today, I just had a snack with a friend at a café and she is sort of in a thing with this guy. And this guy is not the cutest guy in the world. But I told her the same thing: “You don’t have to have a reason to like someone.” And I told her not to doubt her feelings.)

I suppose how a certain look a person has attracts me in a way, but if I see them act like a total jerk or if there’s something they do that totally turns me off, I will most definitely turn my nose away. What if the perfect guy with gorgeous eyes, nose, mouth, teeth, ears, voice, body, whatever is a total jackass? Yeah, I’m not going for it.

A person who is truly in love should also be in love with the other person’s faults as well. Well, what I’m saying is that the person who is in love should love the other wholeheartedly and unconditionally. Love everything or nothing at all.

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How early do cab drivers get up? I mean, the ones that are in service at 5:30 in the morning. What about the ones at 3 or 4? How do you get employed as a driver?

Where do crows sleep? Where are baby crows?

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DELTA SUCKS ASS.

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In about 45 minutes, I’m gonna go to Wendy’s and has a burger or some shit. You by Rain

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Boredom is a kingdom.

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Ta-da! Cute, easy-going, funny, notices/d me, older, soccer player, nice arms.

ACK. A LIST. TYPES. X_X

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15 minutes until lunch.

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I’m leaning against the window typing this down. There is a row of seats in front of me and there’s a long hair stuck in between two of the seats. It’s disgusting. The seats are blue. The small area of carpet next to me is sticky. The weather is very nice and if only sitting in sunlight, it is pleasant warmth. But leaning against the window is a lot hotter. My back is burning, but it’s nice, better than feeling cold. The terminal is mostly empty. Why aren’t there any flights here? Oh, I know why: DELTA SUCKS. I wish there was a cutie around so I could look at him. 7 is not a lucky number. Gate 7 was where my flight left me. Gate 22 was where it was supposed to be. And now, this weird couple is seated in front of me on the disgusting seats. Oh well, it’s nasty here too. -.-;;

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I only have 50’s and I hate breaking big bills!! >_< But I have two 1 dollar bills… I’m not that hungry, but I will be. But I don’t want to spend any more money here. I don’t want them to gain any more of my mom’s money. I’ve already been too selfish to spend this much, and 50 more goes down the drain because of my carelessness? I’d rather have my stomach rumble the whole flight.

I know she’d want me to eat something, but I’ll just say I did.

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