Fri Oct 17

I’m going going back back to Cali Cali. I cannot wait. I am so homesick. I am going to have the best time ever! Nothing can ruin this for me!

Ok so remember when I said nothing could ruin this. I lied. My plane ride was horrible. They sat me behind flippin Shrek the Ogre. He didn’t look like Shrek maybe more like Paul Bunyan. He was just huge and he was wearing overalls! He looked as if he was ready to chop down a tree on the spot. He was big in stature, and girth and I had the privilege of sitting behind him and his wife. She spoke little English and must have thought the whole plane was deaf because she yelled and clearly had no inside voice. She spilled some sort of liquid, he began to yell and tell her to shut up. A baby started to cry but that didn’t ever bother me. Did I mention he used the bathroom no less than five times during the flight? That shouldn’t matter except that he used the seats to anchor him when he got up which means he literally squished me. It was bad.

But who cares? I’ll be in California soon! Will it really matter that I lost the feelings in my legs because he squished me?