Anyway, my cab came like 2 minutes late to pick me up from home with all my bags so I was late-ish to the airport (but really I kind of planned to arrive when I did, I didn't think it was late) and when I got there the guy checking me in was like "omg I love your dress, it's so summery" (it's this ferocious vintage dress) and I was like "thanks!" and handed him my boarding pass. Then we went from best friends to worst enemies, he gave me the DIRTIEST look and was like "YOU'RE LATE I'M PUTTING LATE TAGS ON YOUR BAGS AND IF THEY DON'T GET TO VANCOUVER WHEN YOU DO IT'S YOUR RESPONSIBILITY TO RETERIEVE THEM! NOW RUN!" hahaha so I half-ran to security then I was like fuck this I'm not late. And guess what, I totally WASN'T LATE.
But look at what my frenemie put on my bags:
LOL my call-name was retard for the rest of the day.
Here I am taking a bathroom airplane photo as per tradition. I had to sit beside a creepy/rude businessman who kept staring at my tits and being REALLY ANGRY when I had to get up and use the bathroom. Rude.
After this was taken I had the 1 true embarrassing moment of my life (to be honest I've never had like a REALLY EMBARRASSING moment I don't think but here it is) I was walking back to my seat and my skirt was tucked in my underwear :'( The flight attendant rushed up to whisper it in my ear and I was like OMGGGGGGGGGGGG
ALSO: When I arrived at the airport I found that my dad now possesses a murse. I will not stop ridiculing him and calling him murseman. Evidence of geekdom:
but omg I love him. Dad if you're reading this I LOVE YOU and will still be seen with you at Urban Outfitters and H&M today EVEN WITH YOUR MURSE.
more to come laterz
