airport pasttimes

let's discuss why i am sitting at an airport 5 and a half hours before I actually need to be here... I was gonna say lets discuss why i am crazy, but we will all be here all day and maybe years... and since you dont have that kinda time and i dont have that kinda patience... lets just stick with why i am here.

I have a 5am check-in in Jersey. yes, I said FIVE AM! ew. And after my LAST 5am check-in, i refuse to wake up at 2am and go through jersey alone in the transit system. SO I thought I might beat the system and get here tnight and maybe get more sleep this way... maybe... maybe not...
It all makes sense in my head... or sorta... i'm in denial more than anything... i think.

So.
What's to do in the airport?
Everything is closed. who knew that everything really closes in an airport?!
even security. which is why im sittin in the food court.
i am curious what time security opens again because i'd love to get to the crew lounge where i believe there are beds and comfortable chairs for me to sleep in so i dont have to sleep on a food greased encrusted table with one eye open to worry about people runnin off with my bags. i'd tie the bags to my legs but im afraid i might get recognized and get a reputation for being that crazy wierd new hire flight attendant.

which i am... but what's new?
so i have my own way of doing things that's not normal.
so i shoulda gotten a crash pad and slept on a bunk bed with 25 other people with travel provisions...
ok. im poor... that's the real truth why im sleepin on couches and friends houses. and i like a little adventure. AND... no offense to my amazing and not so amazing fellow graduating classmates... i wasn't quite ready to see yall again so fast. i love you all dearly... but i needed out for a minute. no more dorm life for a second... just crazy, unpredictable homeless life...

what i really need is an assistant.
that would be great.
or an iphone... and a sugar daddy, while we are dreaming.
with those 2 things my life would be WAY easier.

SO. back to the beginning.
what is there to do in an airport besides sleeping:
1) my nails. [check.]
2) work. [halfway check.]
3) add new music to my ipod. [next.]
4) catch up with what everyone is doing on myspace and facebook.
5) figure out how the heck my work schedule is and where i will sleep in between.
5) figure out how to work the bidding site... i will not be defeated by scheduling.
6) get familiar with the newark airport. :)
7) im gonna make a point to make some friends and invite them to races down the hallways.
(you think im kidding... ever old job ive had we used to make a point to race in hallways. to stay awake and for entertainment.)
8) chat on aim and msn with old friends that i havent talkd to in forever
9) return emails that are old.
10) find the nearest vending machine... my new diet. *sigh*


so... here's what i sit here and wonder at 12:22am in the morning.
1) how in the WORLD do i sit in an airport in Jersey and STILL find good looking boys within arms reach just sitting there bored all alone? I always find trouble... somehow. which gives me a number eleven on my previous list... 11)make new friends. ;)
2) why are airports so cold?
3) who are all these people sitting around and what are they waiting for? are they crazy flight attendants too? or are they just homeless?
4) if im tired now... how will i feel in a few hours?
5) i kinda feel like what's his name in that movie, "the terminal"... im gonna break out my slippers and robe... if i had some...

well... i'll be up tonight... and if you feel like chattin... hit me up on myspace... i'll be here.
exciting. :)
peace out homies!