flight notes

it occurred to me after waking from a completely unfulfilling "nap" (it consisted of me forming a 'z' knocked helplessly on its side between two seats, head perched on a mini-pillow ((also mini is its comfort, though i will most likely steal it anyway)) when the flight attendant's voice told me that the Captain Has Turned On The Fasten Seatbelt Button (heart plummeted accordingly, much like the plane did in my mind) that i wasn't afraid anymore. shit will happen, sure, but at the moment, i much prefer looking at the stars than the abyss that grates its watery teeth below me.

they're both the same hue, yet thanks to estrogen or optimism (i can't say which at the moment), i am attracted to bright and shiny things. though come to think of it, that could make me more like a barracuda, in which case neither estrogen nor optimism apply.

from where did this optimism/estrogen/scaliness come? i would have to say that it was while on the plane, reading a recent e-book purchase of la luna azul, of barnes and noble español acclaim. it's cheesy and a mystery (what a surprise!), but most importantly, i can understand almost every single word. lots of times i consider my doubts to be similar to saddlebags: somewhat unavoidable yet treatable, though potentially devastating to the meek or shallow individual. when i realized that i understood nearly every phrase and preposition of the book, and realized that arguably the most difficult part of my journey (transplanting my sorry ass across an oceans sans shark bites or chafing) was already well underway, i decided then and there that the rest will fall into place accordingly. i say this now, though if my baggage is lost i will weep as if i've just lost a child.

at any rate, today's agenda consists of arriving, clearing customs, retrieving my bags and making my way to the iberia terminal. which i, thanks to copious amounts of cyber sleuthing and e-mail hounding, know is terminal 4 and that there is a shuttle that runs every five minutes. then, i arrive in granada, amble about with slitty eyes and dehydrated skin, hail a taxi, and see what kind of mess i have gotten myself into. hopefully the apartment will be clean; if not, the pilfered pillow may be of substantial service. hopefully the roommates are nice, too. i've had bad experiences with those and college housing. two cutters and a girl who wanted to move to new zealand with her shoeless boyfriend to sell tea bags. in each case, gag. i suppose that so long as they practice good hygiene and do not speak to me in the morning (as it takes a few hours for the icy sludge that is my morning demeanor to melt away), everything should be, for all intense and porpoises, fine. (though i must say i am sufficiently disappointed with my arrival pastry. it was thrust at my face with cold indifference from a male flight attendant named jamie, and was about as hard as a prehistoric triceratops turd, most likely with a flavor to match. well, bienvenidos to you too, jamie.)

so yes, today's doubts are slipping away slowly with each mile i travel, though doubtless i know they will soon return. in the meantime, though, i'm enjoying my suddenly lighter, more youthful mind and figure.