Stuff to Do on the Plane

Being an annoying test-taker is a pretty heavy burden. I spent over two hours talking to myself, making hand gestures, reasoning my way through the final exam. Sure, I whispered, but I had to be loud enough to hear myself, and I’m pretty sure other people could hear me, because only seven other people were in the classroom. I apologize for that, and if you were focused enough so that you could tune me out, I’m grateful to and glad for you.

I just remembered to take my passport from its special place and put it with my luggage. Forgetting that would have been unfortunate.

A 14 hour, 45-minute flight awaits me, but prior to that, I get to sit around at LAX for nine hours, so I HAVE LOTS OF FREE TIME! Yay for reading! Also, I WON’T BE IN PROVO! That’s the first and foremost of the positive things to count, right?

As far as fiction goes, I’m going to bring Sara Hina’s Plum Blossoms in Paris. It’s the book I won for that flash fiction contest I entered a few weeks ago. The author seems pretty nice, I mean, I follow her on Twitter. Plus, she’s said some very nice things about my writing, and of course you can see into a person’s soul by the criticisms she gives.

Olive Ann Burns’s Cold Sassy Tree will also accompany me. I figure reading something in a colloquial voice, no matter what part of the world it represents, will prepare me for the thick, heavy accent about to bombard me. Huh, mate? Shrimp on the wha? I’m sorry, but my name isn’t Sheila. That’s ace, let’s have some more of that.

Nonfiction begs of Annie Dillard’s For the Time Being. Flying over the vast Pacific is perfect for being transcendental, lofty-minded, cerebral, spiritual, which is also why I’m bringing the Book of Mormon. I haven’t read this particular volume of Annie’s, but the Book of Mormon I’ve read multiple times.

I’m taking my trusty Moleskine along with a fresh, clean memo pad. I have a lot of sorting and thinking to do.

My iPod will supply me with a lot of music. I recently compiled playlists for some friends, and those have been great fun to listen to.

In-flight entertainment will probably preserve my sanity.

Talking to strangers should be a fun activity. I’m thinking of starting a conga line down the aisles and around the cabin. And I wonder if I’ll run into any French speakers.

I hope to be able to sleep during typical sleeping hours on the plane. It’s crazy to go to sleep Thursday night and wake up Saturday morning.

I’m going to miss all of you. I’ll be thinking of you while quite possibly falling in love with a foreign country. I’ll be conveying your hugs and happy thoughts to Becky, and maybe I’ll be wishing you were with me, just for the extra company, or just like old times.

Blogging might be a possibility. I’m sure I’ll have at least a few interesting photos to post.

Y’all be good. I don’t want to hear about no misbehavin’.

Just Over Two Hours

And I’m about to go crazy.

I need to get this over with.

This term has been interesting, or different.

Last semester with French, I had to fight for an A all semester, and now, I’m trying to defend one.

I did receive my first actual request to bring back an Australian for a friend. I’ll do my best.

The blind dates I was being set up with might not work out. So I’ll be on my own if I want to go out with guys over there.

I wonder how much trouble I can get into. I always wonder this.

None of you have tried calling my voicemail, but no one really calls me to begin with, so what can I expect?

Maybe I should go try eating something. And flipping through the textbook. Again.

I had a poem floating around in my head the past few days, but I ruined it. Maybe it will come back later.

Maybe I’ll try taking a little nap. That seemed to work last time.

See y’all in about four hours?

Very Restless

So maybe I woke up at 5:30 this morning and am now just a little bit slightly teensily hopped up on stimulants like caffeine and sugar and taurine and carnine or whatever they’re called and my French final is in about five hours and my iPod is pumping classical music into my ears and I’ve looked at the same practice exam a million times already and so now I’m looking through vocabulary and making lists of what I want to do in Australia and I’m also trying to speak to people in French and that might be a little annoying since not everyone knows or even likes to speak French but it’s a beautiful and lovely language but the language I’m not familiar with is Australian because it’s English but it’s not American and that country has an entirely different vernacular and so I hope to pick a lot of it up when I’m interacting with the Aussies and I thought about leaving my extended absence voicemail message in an Australian accent with maybe a kangaroo talking about how it kidnapped me and is keeping me in her giant pouch because I certainly could fit in one of those and maybe let a tiny joey sit on my ear or crawl on top of my face and lick my eyeballs but I don’t imagine Australia being too incredibly arid especially the part where I’m staying and so I did leave an extended absence voicemail and you should call my phone and listen to it because I sound pretty excited and braggy about going across the world and mom called and left a message and then I called her back and she told me to be careful like she always does but she felt surtout strongly because she’s a mom and I’m her daughter and I’m going to be very far away and I started to choke up a little when she said that and it was a nice tender moment and if you don’t have my phone number that’s probably because you shouldn’t have it because everyone I care about talking to has my number or knows someone who has it and can reach me pretty easily and the same goes with my personal email address which is different than this blog’s email address and while people are trying to be considerate and letting me study I can’t seem to focus for too long at once and that’s okay because there’s just so much time before I sit down for the final exam and I hope I don’t crash or blank out or get too confident about my ability to do well because that’s happened to me before and it would be nice to hear from people the day before I can’t literally hear from you for two weeks if you know what I mean donc n’es pas timide parce que j’aime vous parler et si vous n’aimez parler français nous pourrions parler anglais alors ce n’est rien et je vous aime et tout le monde et je crois que me parler m’aiderait à étudier.

Do the rest of you geniuses feel this way?