Passive Aggressiveness

To the man who was sitting behind me on Singapore Airlines;

Congratulations. You managed to keep me awake for nearly the ENTIRE flight across the Pacific Ocean! Now, that's a real accomplishment, seeing as how I normally fall asleep on planes prior to taking off. I'm sure you're very proud of yourself, wherever you are. Highlights of the trip?

1.) I really enjoyed your snoring for the first portion (4 hours or so) of the flight. I realize that the snoring really couldn't be helped, so I don't hold that against you. Don't worry. But since I'm cranky, I thought I'd mention it.
2.) My favorite part? When I reclined my seat a little to sleep ... and you began kicking my chair. Real classy. Thanks for that.
3.) I also liked the part where you began talking on the phone or to yourself or whatever ... halfway across the Pacific Ocean ... leaning forward in your chair so that you were RIGHT IN MY EAR. That was great. I'm sure the other people on the plane did, too, since you so very kindly were talking loud enough to include us all in your conversation. I enjoyed listening to your conversation ... it was like a lullaby ... from hell ... in that I didn't sleep for more than ten or fifteen minutes at a time.
4.) Oh, and then how even after I moved my chair forward again ... and you still continued kicking it. OH! And how whenever you got up, you would pull yourself up by using my chair ... thus creating a sort of sling-shot effect that would rocket my body forward a few inches after letting go. Yeah, that was great too.

Thanks.
The irritated, sleep-deprived girl sitting in front of you.

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Okay. All complaining aside ... my flight over the Pacific was actually quite nice ... minus the man sitting behind me. Singapore Airlines was really nice - it wasn't full, so the seat next to me was empty ... the food was good (I had THREE choices for dinner ... THREE!) ... the flight attendants were very kind (except about letting you go to the bathroom when the fasten seatbelt sign was on ... which it was ... for like, 80% of the flight) ... the entertainment selection was great (I watched part of "Good Morning President" [Korean], "Wall-E", and another movie ... part of an episode of "Bones" ... created a music playlist with nearly 100 songs [complete with some Korean music [like Brown Eyed Girls and Dong Bang Shin Ki] ... and played Bookworm Adventure) ...

My experience at the San Fran airport? Not as stellar. My flight was delayed getting into San Fran - not because we were behind, but because there was a back-up on the tarmac or something. So, we flew in a gigantic circle, above the airport (and clouds), for nearly an hour. Awesome.

Then, I booked it off the plane in order to go through immigration, retrieve my luggage, go through customs, recheck my bags, and find where I needed to be to catch my connection. In under two hours. Or so I thought.

Immigration was a breeze. Getting the bags? Easy. Customs? I called it. I so called it. I got yanked from the line, taken to the special x-ray, AND they opened both of my suitcases ... took out all of my stuff ... opened the presents I had spent 5 hours on Monday wrapping (PS, that's what I did after finding out about my father because I couldn't think of anything else to do) ... grilled me on the contents of my things ... and then smiled and said "have a pleasant trip". Thanks, America. First time I've been back in 20 months. And you wonder why I don't come back more often. Thank you, racial profiling.

Oh, but I made it to my flight on time. Wanna know why? Because it was delayed nearly an hour, too. Have I mentioned how much I hate the San Fran airport? I realize that none of this is particularly their fault ... but it's 5:15 in the morning ... I woke up an hour ago and couldn't fall back asleep ... and so I'm just grouchy.

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Being back has been nice though ... everything has changed so much (and yet, so much is the same, too). I've really enjoyed surprising people - the best reaction is a tie between So (who stopped dead in his tracks and just stared at me), and Yoshiko (who jumped nearly a mile and had to hold on to the table while her face turned bright red). For my first night in, Nick and Father B took me to Casa Mia, which was great (there was cheese, everyone ... lots and lots of cheese) ... I've gone to prayer and mass ... had Dutch Brothers ... sat and talked with Hiroko and Kaoru for like, two hours ... overall, it's been good.

Now, I'm just preparing. Later today, Nick and I are heading up to Southcenter. Hopefully we'll see Hannah, and then we're going to meet up with Leah, and it's like when your parents are divorced and you are visiting one ... you know, the swap at a designated location? :) Leah's going to drive me up to Bellingham ... and we're going to stay there ... because tomorrow is the memorial. I don't think I'm ready for it ... I'm definitely not ready for it. Minus the thought of the traffic we're going to encounter ... because the Olympics start like, tonight ... I'm just not ready. Because it's so ... final.

Well, I'm going to try to go back to sleep. Thanks Jen, for letting me stay at your place ... and using your computer ... and your amazing bathroom ... there's a bathTUB, people!

Loves.

PS - everyone looks TALLER.