I realized

not only about myself, but about every individual human being, that we all have amazing stories to tell. Not like we've all gone through war, lost limbs, saved babies, and had an amazing love story or anything. But, at least ONCE in our lives something interesting, or sad, or amazing (etc) has happened. 

So I've decided i'm going to start writing down my short stories. Both as they happen, and ones that I remember from the past. Maybe i'll blog about them, or maybe i'll keep them to myself, I don't know. But I do know that I have some VERY interesting stories to take note of, and I'm going to start. I'm really excited to get going, and really excited to see where this all ends up.

CODY STEELE, everybody

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I was going to make a video blog like Mike Cabellon (sp?!) *updated*

but I decided not to. Instead I will simply updatez you on my day/night, since I still have an hour and 1/2 until I find out if I get on the plane.

So, dudez, I totally got a buddy pass for $50 bucks instead of paying full price to go home for Spring Break, woo! CATCH: You fly standby and have to wait to see if you get on the plane. This is all totally fine. The BIG catch (for me at least) is that Baltimore (an hour away) is the only airport that has more than just two flights out to Vegas on a daily basis. So, my choice was to either get a ride here 6 hours before the very first flight takes off, or wait until the middle of the day and blow a lot of chances to get home faster. I chose the first and was the only human being not cleaning in the airport for a good 4 hours:D

Activities while I waited for my surroundings to liven up:

-Watched episode 8 of LOST (wasn't as interesting as other episodes, such as #7, but was still worth 45 minutes of my time)

-Went pee 50 times

-Hung out on the intarwebz

-Called multiple peoples in my phonebook

-Grew a beard to stay warm

-DISCOVERED A VENDING MACHINE THAT TAKES CREDIT CARDS, FUCKING RAD.

-Had lots and lots of sex,         not.

After Southwest opened and I got to the kiosk desk the lady told me I didn't make a reservation (Thanks Fatty, Louie, Kevin, and Southwest for telling me I had to do this, btw.) and that they can't just book a reservation right there for buddy passes and she's sorry. (At this point in time I felt my knees get weak and my mouth water, I was going to puke.) All the hours of waiting, and I wouldn't even be able to go home and see everyone?! Beyond that, I would somehow need to find a ride back from B-more to DC  at short notice?! I think she saw I was about to cry because she asked me to do her a favor. Apparently the little old lady in front of me had forgotten her boarding pass and was now nowhere to be found. The woman wanted to know if I would take her her plane ticket (This was really weird. Yes, I am a trustworthy person but the Southwest worker doesn't know that! I could be anyone! Why trust a passenger with another passenger's ticket??) Of course I said I would do it and then wallah: she had "magically" booked me a reservation. Yes, I still have to wait to see if I get on that plane, but the point is i'm in the terminal and if I don't get a plane I get the next one, or the next one, or the next one (you get the point). So yay!

Further updatez later, if my destination is not reached soon (pray 4 me!)

So I didn't get on that last plane. They had a real teaser too, thy announced over the intercom that if the SIX passengers missing weren't there in 5 minutes there seats would be given away (to mez). Right when they were about to call my name (I know, because I saw them give the heads up!) Six people come running in! SHIT. So i ran over to the next flight which was at 7:15 and a connector flight from Arizona. Waited and waited and the lady basically told me my reservation is all screwed up, so she can't let me on the plane, but even if she could its all booked. Lisa Goin, tears started coming and I was about to call somebody (Dad? Mick? idk!) and just bawl. 

BUT WAIT, after the doors wer ealready closed and locked I hear "Jessica?! Jessica!" so I briskly walked over to the desk and the lady says "I have one more seat, do you want it? You won't have a boarding pass, just use this" and then she hands me some random piece of paper that has NO flight information on it whatsoever. But yay! I got on the plane!  It was 5 1/2 hours on the plane, and now i'm in Arizona waiting to get on another plane. 

What. A. Day.

Well fuck me, who knew that Mentos fruits were so delicious?

Last night I watched Boogie Nights twice, right after one another. It was ridiculous, I'm having mixed feelings on the situation really. The first viewing was with Dara and Jill, we had an awesome time but were pissed when the movie ended up being about 5 hours long (I exxxagerate). 

The second viewing was with Jordan Brown and Eva, my roommate. We paused the film in the end when Mark E. Mark whips out his gigantic dick. We examined and came to the conclusion that not only is that NOT Mark's package, but simply fake and made of plastic and silicone materials as well. 

Also, I truly believe P.T. Anderson should have ended the film after William H. macy kills himself going into the eighties. The film would have been great and a decent length if it all came to an end along with Macy's life. But hey, that's just me.