stop, listen, what's that sound ... wheezing, typically.

i made this blog to type on it and i've neglected reporting anything at all. maybe i'll give you a brief synopsis of what i've been doing the past few days. it's more than hilarious, so brace yourself. that means "hold onto the desk before you erupt." i'm glad i've made myself clear; we shall proceed.

first, i graduated.



yes, you're right, it is exciting.

second, i moved out of my dorm.

no picture here because you'd cry at the very sight of this process.

third, i'm going to stop numbering what i'm doing. it isn't making this easier for you to read, nor for me to right. i mean write.

we get to new jersey, and there's the rub. (not too much, please, i'm writing about very serious matters here. i must maintain my concentration.) just because new jersey signifies horribly untrue falsities to many people does not mean it's all bad. when you read my first sentence of this not-a-paragraph, you probably sighed, "of course, new jersey!" or with less exclamation perhaps; you may have been sad or dismayed at the time, i can only account for a few reactional possibilities. let's get this straight, new jersey is NOT and never will be the arm pit of america. i think we bestowed that honor unto staten island. anyway, i'd like to know who's so lucky to be the head or shoulders of america. probably connecticut, on both counts.

pressing forward.

i'm confusing (with pronouns) because i don't want to be anonymous but others may want to be. it's highly sought after, that anonymous business.

my companion's flight was supposed to be around 5:40 pm from laguardia airport. that is in QUEENS, for the less edumacated. i thought it was in brooklyn last time around, which makes it pretty amazing that i ever made it to the actual airport this time. oh, but it was an amazing race. much more than that television (now defunct? that's a nice phrase!) program. much much more.

let me illustrate the trip with some fine (and pilfered) fotos. and i hope you're holding onto the table.



we drove on a thickly trafficked turnpike, but it was raining already. that picture is misleading. i should have been photographing this momentous journey as it happened. we feared hydroplaning and sitting slick-feathered geese to be culprits of accidents ahead. but there wasn't just a storm, there was a twister!



whoa! that's in newark bay, which we had passed by the time we made it to that toll as above depicted. maybe we should have been closer to the twister: would have saved time getting to the airport, i bet.



ah the wonderful airport. around 2.5 hours later, we were looking to follow a map like this one. i parked in lot 5 for 32 minutes (far right) and walked with companion to the delta terminal which is just north of lot 4, if you can see that clearly on the map. this is crucial, my friend. once we entered "delta terminal," we learned that my companion's first flight out of new york to minneapolis (her layover) would be delayed by two hours -- what insanity! then! the nice northwest lady informed us (or just her, i wasn't going anywhere but nj from there) that my companion's connecting flight would most probably LEAVE WITHOUT HER! the audacity! that connecting flight was the last one she could take that night to her final destination. so she booked a flight for the next morning. this meant we drove back to nj together in the tornado (refer to picture above) and on the turnpike (see above, again) so that we could return to parking lot 5 and delta terminal in the morning. bravo.

the story does not end here!

on the way home, there was traffic, yeah, and i'm sure this is very exciting. 300000 words later i'm sitting in new jersey recapping this for the 2 people who know about this blog. excellent!

i am digressing. pardon me.

at last, we were exiting the turnpike. i don't know if you've ever personally been, but once you enter the turnpike, you need to take a ticket that indicates the toll you'll have to pay once you exit the turnpike. i know, what a treat!

here is the ticket.



how cute. you'd think i'd want to hold onto it forever. i did. but then the wind came, probably from the twister that was heading to lot 5 (one should hope).

as i approached the toll booth/vortex to hand over my $1 and ticket, i stretched out my arm and in an instant the ticket was gone. i would have preferred the dollar to have flown. i was under the impression that you had to pay the highest toll on the ticket in the event that you lost your ticket or decided to keep it as a souvenir (which is what the person who took that picture of the ticket did). apparently, this njturnpike toll attendant thought $4.95 was enough. maybe this had never happened to her before either. i'm glad it was a mutual first time experience, then. wonderful.

my companion and i made it home safely, and then went back out to ... queens? to the airport.

today i was supposed to go to another graduation for my dear dear friend, but i just couldn't do it.

sorry bird, i love you. and you're not done with school anyway, so i guess i'll go to your real, special graduation when that happens.

i'm going back to bed.