i am extreamly bored, and was leafing through my composition notebooka and came across this thing i wrote on the plane from seattle. and since i have nothing better to do, i thought i might as well copy it down.
here we go:

so here i am enduring my long grueling (two hour) flight home.
i hate people. i took me forever to get this pen. so first, i relized that i indeed had no led left in my only pencil. without second thought i lept from my seat in the airport, and ran to the nearest store, being that i was infact in an airport, in seattle-the cheapest pen i could find was 1.95. 1.95 for a fucking pen! but i desperatly wanted to write. oh but alas, i had already spent four bucks on a cup of coffee. (prior to my pen deliema) so i returned to my seat to sulk whilst listening to joy division. why do people always sit next to me at the airport? here i am, sitting there, a scowl painted across my face, minding my own goddamn buisiness. i didnt look inviting, its not as if i was sitting on the end of the seats, or as if the area was very crowded, there were pleanty of empty seats in the area. but of course, to make my day even more miserable, some asshole just had to come sit next to me. first, a small mouse-like blonde woman seated herself directly beside me. of course, there happened to be about five empty seats on the row. she soon slouched off, to my relief but it soon subsided when an obese man, resembling slightly an aged marlon brando, perched himself in that exact seat. he smelled strongly of ciggarettes and stale corn chips. i shifted to the side uncomfortably to properly excentuate my irritation. he made no note of it and proceaded to repeatedly leaf through several hundred dollar bills in a tattered envelope. sketchy is it not? i concluded he was either a drug dealer, a booky or a hitman. he then folded the envelope shut and suspiciously tucked it into his inside pocket. he then, leaned his head forward and drifted off. once again the mouse-liek woman returned and sat on my other side, i was now sandwiched between two strangers. she then began doing juvenile puzzles out of some sort of activity book, while 'marlon brando' snored gently on my other side. the woman was then accomapanied by an obnoxious woman jabbering away on her cell phone, who apparently was one of those people who refused to check their suitcases. i was in such a terrible mood, due to being sandwiched and my lack of a pen when it became time to board. and of course, i did not get the window seat. you see, i might not have been so mad about the window seat had the man sitting there actually enjoyed it, but no he completly took the window seat for granted, he closed the shade! he closed it! oh what i wouldnt give to have that window seat. i began asking people around me for a pen, but no one seemed to care, so i made my way to the front of the aircraft where a very lovely stewardess gave me her pen and i wrote this.



heeheheheheheh
im such a loser