AMYLYNNE GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!!!!

happy thanksgiving! it is officially the day after thanksgiving, black friday, and i am in sunny california on thanksgiving break untril sunday. I'm using the home computer right now because my laptop is upstairs, and i can't type well on this computer, so there will be typoes. you have been warned.

so I flew home on tuesday from Nashville to Los Angeles via the airport in kansas city, missouri. I've never been to kansas city, or even missouri. the closest i've come was the layover on tuesday. i dont really have any desire to visit the state either, although i found out my mom's side of the family used to live in missouri but they got kicked out during the civil war by federal and confederate armies. they lived in Lone Jack, missouri and i guess there was a battle there at some point during the civil war so my mom's family moved to california. that was like 5 generations ago.

anyway.

so I was soooooo ready to go home by the time I left kentucky and drove to nashville on tuesday. I've been ready to go home since my flight landed in nashville after fall break. i was ridiculously excited. i got to the airport, parked, went through security, boarded the flight (that happened to be delayed by 30 minutes) and we were on our way on the hour and a half flight to kansas city, missouri. I read a book called kite runner. i love that book.

the plane landed at 7pm in kansas city, and my connector to los angeles was slated to take off at 7:10. i knew it would be a rush, so i hurried off the plane and out the gate, through a door, and into the terminal. i looked around. i realized that something was not right. i turned around and looked at the door i had just come out of.

it was then i realized i had exited the gate area and i had to go through security again if i wanted to catch my connecting flight.

WHAT?!?! WHY WOULD ANYONE SET UP AN AIRPORT LIKE THAT? THAT IS SO RIDICLOUS! the door to exit the gate area was like 10 feet away from the gate i exited out of, and there were like no signs or anything! who does that! who designs a freaking airport like that!??!?!?!??!?!

so I did what every other logical person would have done: I called my dad and started to cry. because crying solves everything. well my dad wanted none of my hysterics, so all I remember of him on the phone was him yelling into the receiver, "AMYLYNNE GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!!!! AMYLYNNE!!! CALM DOWN!! LISTEN TO ME! AMYLYNNE! AMYLYNNE!! AMYLYNNEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!"

so I go up to the TSA agent and throw him my papers and he asks me how old i am. 18!!!! I cry. oh, he says. so I go through security and this nice old lady tsa woman was nice and we're set. so  Icall dad back more calmly. but he tells me to just call him when i land in LA. so I call shanna, thinking she will listen to my rant. but she puts me on speakerphone so she can play her guitar and listen to my rant at the same time. this creates a huge echo in my phone and i cant hear her at all because all i can hear is my own stupid voice. so finally i said forget you and i hung up. then i boarded the plane and left.

30. i freaking hate the kansas city airport.

we're going to GADS

I am the type of person who generally can handle not getting a lot of sleep. whether it's at camp, where I average about 3-4 hours of sleep a night, or in college, where i average 5 hours of sleep a night on the weekdays, or even during high school when i was working on homework at all hours of the night, i can usually get up in the mornings and get going. the less sleep i get, a little harder it is, but i've actually found if i get too much sleep (between 10-15 hours a night) its harder for me to get up. but anyway.

last week on thursday i had a western civ term paper due at 11:10am. this was our second term paper of the semester. before, i started writing the paper like 2 weeks in advance and i got an A- on it. i was so freaking proud of that term paper! i would much prefer to write a paper than take an exam, so i tend to thrive on the opportunities to kick ass and write a nice term paper.

well, this time around, i didn't start working on the paper until the night before after I got back from the campus ministry i attend on wednesday nights. normally i would have skipped the campus ministry that night and wrote the paper, but it was the last one of the semester, so i decided to suck it up and go and suffer the consequences later. i definitely suffered later.

i am in this western civ class with my RA. let me give you a little background on this class:
1. i was originally in HIST 120, which is Western Civilization from 1648. this means it's modern history.
2. I switched into HIST 119, which is Western Civilization to 1648. I switched because my RA and another friend of mine were both in the class.
3. HISTORY 119 IS SO FREAKING BORING I CAN HARDLY STAND IT.

okay. now you have background! ta da!

i am serious when i say i hate this class. it is so boring and so hard to pay attention because literally my professor goes ON AND ON AND ON ABOUT CAESAR AND OCTAVIAN AND MYCENEANS AND JESUS (only a little though) AND THE MEDITERRANEAN SEA AND CRETE AND BRUTUS AND HYROGLYPHICS WHICH ARE THINGS I CANT SPELL AND AWFUL THINGS!!!! IT'S SO AWFUL!!!!

so we had to write this paper about the black plague. it was a primary source analysis essay and she gave us these four pieces of writing on the black plague and we had to analyze them. okay not a big deal right?

so i start writing around 11pm.
12am.
1am.
2am.

my RA texts me. "HOW'S YOUR PAPER GOING?!!?"
it was not well. it was as if a velociraptor (those exist) had come and attacked my brain cells. i couldnt focus! it was 2am and i was practically crying in my dorm room as my roommate peacefully slept!

3am.
4am.

29. I HATE ALL NIGHTERS!

at 4am my RA texted me again and said she had set a deadline of being done with the paper by 5am. 5AM!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! WHY THE HELL AM I AWAKE AT 4AM WRITING A STUPID PAPER FOR THIS STUPID CLASS THAT I HATE?!?!?!? WHY AM I NOT ASLEEP ENJOYING MY PEACEFUL SLEEP?! there is no excuse for this. (the boy next to me in the computer lab is reading this over my shoulder. hi there. im not crazy i promise.)

so basically i got the paper done by 5am (WHY DID IT TAKE ME SIX FREAKING HOURS TO WRITE THREE PAGES?!?!?!??!! OH I DONT KNOW BECAUSE ITS THE MIDDLE OF THE FREAKING NIGHT AND IM STUCK IN BOWLING GREEN KENTUCKY WRITING A RIDICULOUS WESTERN CIV PAPER WHEN WE ALL KNOW I WANT TO EITHER BE SLEEPING OR IN CALIFORNIA RIGHT NOW?!?!?!) and my RA texts me and goes, we're going to GADS! now if you don't know, GADS (great american donut shop) is a 24hour donut shop in bowling green. its a good late night place when you pull an all nighter. its super cheap too. so her and I and our friend Joanna (who stayed up the whole time with my RA even though she had nothing due! definition of a good friend) all piled in my RA's car (herbert the pervert) and went to GADS. there were people there making their morning coffee runs. WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT yes

so we got back to campus around 5:45am and it was at that time we parted ways. we each went to our rooms and i think we all thought we were going to sleep. well, my RA and Joanna went to sleep. but i got the bright idea to stay up and write an essay for english. so this was a descriptive essay, we had to take something and describe it and then relate it to something bigger. so i took this nightstand that belonged to my grandpa when he was little that now is in my room back home, and i related it to friendship and how we all need friends. dont ask me how those relate, it was 6am and i was on a writing frenzy.

so the next thing i remember is my roommate waking up and using the bathroom. i printed my western civ essay while she was in the bathroom.

now, remember i am still in the clothes i wore all day on wednesday. the next thing i remember after my roommate went to the bathroom is standing in front of my residence hall in a peacoat and no shoes, staring at my car. i dont have my car keys, but i have my phone and my ID. when i came to consciousness it was 7am and i was cold without shoes. so i go back into my building and the next thing i remember is waking up, on top of my bed, which was still made, and i had showered and put on the same clothes i had been wearing wednesday. by the time i woke up, it was classtime so i just hopped off of my bed and grabbed my backpack and went to class. i was wearing shoes.

it was a strange day.