The Preflight.

So, I am going to have to take this one piece at a time because of limited computer time, but here is exactly what went down on the 17th of september.

So I woke up at 6:00 after staying up late with my sister. Not a good way to start a trip. But, on the upside I was wired to the point that I could not stop moving for the fear of exploding. We then left to go to the London International Airport to check my bag. That went freakishly smooth, partially because of no line which is due to the mini-ness of the airport. After that was dealt with (10 minutes...it has to be a record.) Me, my dad and my mom went to the Malibu to meet up with my aunt who was all like «I want to be there!» so we met her there for lunch before my flight. I had a kids meal chicken fingers and fries and felt like vimiting. Not because it was gross but because of nerves, hence why it was suggested I take a gravol. When we arrived at the airport, we stood around, my mom and aunt made some sexual jokes, I looked at my dad awkwardly, then I decided it would be a good time to leave and go through customs...where my family could not get me. ;D Kiding, it was almost time for my flight so I went through customs but not before I hugged and kissed my mom, dad and aunt, and repeatedly got my butt grabbed by my aunt which was fine. Its just my aunt. Thats who she is.

So now the waiting begins. I get my ipod and they call my plane to board. Yes! This is where the trouble begins.

To be continued...(other people need the computer...cliff hanger ending!)