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Well, I'm all packed up, my room is clean, I'm wearing comfy clothes... and my bus to the aeroport doesn't leave for an hour and a half yet.

Gah.

I don't want to start a book, because I won't be able to finish it.

I don't want to watch TV, because I'm waiting on a phone call.

I don't want to do anything, really, except get my butt to Deer Lake.

Oh, and

As far as I can tell, my little sister seems to be morphing into me. Scary.

First she starts to like anime.

Now she's listening to Styx.

She'll be into Pink Floyd next.

Home :)

I'm the lai, with no sort Of grave, solemn thought, And I Will never be caught By miseries sought, Nor sigh; Where battles are fought Or arguments brought, I fly. What Poetry Form Are You?

lj/cut text="The Story of Yesterday
Yesterday was... interesting, once things started happening and I stopped being bored. The bus, to begin with, left a half-hour late, and then stopped in the middle of Deer Lake proper, ie: Not At The Aeroport. Fortunately a particularly oglable guy at the Irving Big Stop the bus stopped at was nice enough to call me a cab. Before that, I had lunch with buddy A. - well, it was French toast, but it was lunchtime and all :) Yummy. I made it to the aeroport well on time, only to find out that my flight has been delayed by an hour. Bad. I had a connection to make in Halifax, as did nearly every single one of the people on my flight. (36 passengers). The plane finally arrived, and to my lasting joy it was a Bombardier Dash 8 (100 series). Lovely sturdy little aircraft. And a prop plane! I've never flown on a commercial prop plane before! I like the sound. And we had to get on with stairs instead of a bridge! It felt very adventurous./geeky plane rhapsodizing My seatmate offered to switch seats with me so I could have the window, as he'd "flown this way a hindred time", which was very nice of him. I finally found out what it's like to be my grandmother - strange men keep telling her their life stories. My seatmate was a civil engineer, travelling to see his new grandson in Halifax, who'd worked on umpteen things... all of which he told me at length in a very, very low voice, so I missed a lot of what he was saying. I nodded and made agreeable noises (oh ah? Yeah.) at random intervals, which seemed to make him happy, and contributed to the conversation when I could hear what it was he'd said. My geography course kept intruding into my head, with thoughts like 'oooh, we're between stratus and alto-stratus clouds!', 'now, THAT's a perfect example of a glacier-carved topography', and 'nice meander on that river. Look, meander scarring on the landscape! And is that an oxbow lake?' Sigh. We were flying along just at the level of the top of the clouds, and I was in a position that I could watch the props whip them up. It was awesome. My favorite sunsets are from a plane above clouds, because EVERYTHING catches fire. I love cloudscapes. We had a heckuva headwind (100 mph), which added forty minutes onto an already hour-late flight. The reason it was late, according to the flight attendant, was that the bad weather in Halifax had caused a power outage at the aeroport, which, as it's a hub, dominoed rather badly. So I arrived in Halifax and had to rush to make my previously two-hour-wait connection... only to arrive at the gate to find out that that, too, was delayed. Every fifteen minutes there was an announcement pushing back the time by fifteen minutes... I checked with he gate, was told I had at least thirty minutes, so I went to Tim's and had chicken stew in a bread bowl, hoping all the time that Mum wouldn't have a meal waiting. If you're going to get stuck in an aeroport, Halifax is a very nice one to get stuck in. Murals, plants, relatively comfortable chairs, three Timses. *loves her Tim's* I also invested int the 100th Anniversary of Flight National Geographic. Tres cool, and there was a Hubble photo collection in it! Bonus! We finally got off the ground at Halifax (in another model I'd never flown on before, a British Aerospace 146, for anyone out there who likes that sort of thing as much as my dad and I do). That flight went relatively uneventfully, and the captain burned fuel to get us there despite the headwind. All in vain - we made good time, but there was so much ice on the ground at Dismal Dorval that the planes had to be towed to their gates by truck-things (and THEY were sliding all over the place, eh) and there were only so many... so we sat and waited for twenty minutes, which was very frustrating). We did get off eventually, though, and my luggage came through all right. While we waited, six of us all sat down and ate oranges and apples. It was a bit surreal. :-/ I got out of the luggage area, and couldn't see anyone at all that I knew. I was standing in the middle of the floor when I heard a 'thudthudthudthudSQUEE!' and a weight landed on me from behind. It turned out to not be someone trying to kill me, although my sister did seem to be trying to throttle the life out of me. I'm back in St-Bruno. :D