Wednesday, July 1, 2009
That's Kevin. He's fifteen adn in love with me. He's a really sweet kid, and he's better than Dane Cook at standup. I'm staying with him and going to the Bahamas with him and his family.
He's on his way to the Bahamas right now, while I'm not, because of what happened on the plane. I don't feel like retyping, so I'm copying it from a bulletin I posted on Myspace.
If you know me at all, you know that I have a huge phobia of needles. So I'm sitting quietly on the plane, reading a book about a girl that needs a heart transplant. Then they started talking about medical procedures and blood and needles. And I started to get dizzy. At first I thought I'd be fine, but then it got worse, and I felt like I was dying. So I got up to go to the bathroom and the flight attendant started thrieking about how I had to sit down. I got upset and started yelling back because I was feeling even worse. And when I faint, it's horrible Really, dreadfully, horrible. I sometimes have seizures. Anyway, the lady gives me a tiny useless puke bag and sends me back to my seat. But Katie, one of the people I'm with, starts saying how horrible I look, soo... The flight attendant calls off the fucking flight and makes the paramedics come get me. Yeah. Since I'm a minor, they wanted to take me to the hospital. But we somehow got out of that. I can't get another flight till 7 AM tommorow, so I have to wake up at 2 AM again. All of my clothes and belongings are currently on their way to Florida, then Freeport. And all of this happedned before 8:30 AM.
So, that's my day so far! I will hopefully be on my way the Bahamas at this time tomorrow. Without anymore medical incidents.