I think I just needed to get out of Portland to make all my feelings of loneliness or whatever that shit was go away. I’m sitting here in the international terminal of the San Francisco airport with six and a half hours until my plane departs. It might also be around three hours until my “cousin” gets here with his girlfriend.
I’m really looking forward to him getting here, not just because I’ll have someone to talk to and stuff, but because I’m looking forward to some hardcore third wheeling on an international flight across the Pacific Ocean. I guess I probably won’t have a seat particularly close to them since our reservations were different. One can only hope.
For some reason I cannot log into San Francisco’s free wifi. As soon as I tried it told me that my “complimentary 45 minutes of wifi” is all used up. One reason I know this is bullshit is because I landed here ten minutes ago. Maybe some time dilation happened as I walked on those moving sidewalk things they have here, though I’m pretty sure I wasn’t going anywhere near relativistic speeds (#physicsjokesftw). In any case, that’s the reason why these blog posts are not in real time. These should’ve been posted hours ago. Looks like I might have to find something to do here that doesn’t involve internet and the prospect scares me. What does an adolescent in this day and age do without internet?
But being real, I could really use the internet right now. I don’t even know what the address of my flat is, or where the office that I check in is. These are things that I would need the internet to look up - unless the information booth I saw a ways back knows more than they’re letting on. I also want to see if my friend who is already there has told me how I’m supposed to contact him once I land. I usually communicate through facebook or skype, which it turns out requires internet. Maybe I’ll walk around the airport and try to make friends.
Finally, the interent mysteriously worked. Still, it's only 45 minutes so it's still really dumb. Man, I hope "cousin" gets here soon. I look like a goddamn bookworm reading so much. People are going to start labeling me as an intellectual if I'm not careful.
