travel

I'm such an addict for travel. I don't care the reason. I love going new places. yet, lately I have realized I hate getting there. I love the start of a trip...usually; not like today when two stupid asses in the backseat first of all weren't on time when I had a flight to catch, couldn't quit being ignorant bastards when in a drivethru, and constantly bitched until they fell asleep even though we had only been in the car for an hour!!!! ok wtf seriously nevermind. but shit like that makes me hate trips, also just waiting to get there bugs me. I love flying, I hate being on the worlds smallest plane where normal sized people are overflowing in the seats. first leg was bad. I'm just sittin in cleveland, waitin to get on my next plane. my total flight time between two flights is shorter than my layover, wow. I'm just happy to get out of my normal environment. I get to goto the land of cheese, green bay wisconsin. I seriously love going there to see my family. My uncle pete is there also and I haven't seen him in a minute...actually I haven't seen this side of my family in quite some time. I'm pretty stoked. I get to see my cousins and all these crazy distant relative who remember me when I was "this big". But I'm gonna eat damned good and I'm gonna chill. well I gotta check on my flight status and get some food to eat since I haven't eaten today.