That is a quote from the beautiful song, Spanish Eyes (I think that's what its called), as performed by Julio Iglesias and... I dunno, Kenny Loggins? Chakha Khan? I can't make out the voice, but its a very unique one. I was listening to my Julio Iglesias mix CD to get ready for my trip. Most of you faithful readers should know by now that I am off for a luxurious vacay to Espagne y Francia. <-- This is a subtle word tease for you language buffs, because I wrote "Spain" in French and "France" in Spanish. Do you love it? It's all about the little details.
Anyway, this post will have to be limited to text, because I am using the computer at the airport lounge-sies and I don't think I can save images to this compie. Well, at present time I am waiting at JFK for my flight to... Barcelonsies! And I'm trying to think of some witty story I can post on here, but the pressure is killing me!! You'll have to forgive me for this turning into a boring recount of daily events, but rest-assured, I do have some posts in the works that will be more worthy for the glances of your beautiful Spanish eyes.
Ok, first of all, I forgot my camera, which is sad. BUT, luckily, the exotic Filipina woman whose friendship with me dates back to the days that she still didn't know how to tie her shoes (I would tie them for her sometimes - I think?!), will be joining me in Espagne in a week so that kind biatch is going to stop by my mom's house to pick it up before she comes.
Secondly, after a fun night of partying to celebrate burthday's, bar exam terminations, and bon voyages, I had yet to pack for my 8 a.m. flight when my mother, thankfully, came into my room at 5 a.m. to ask me if I had packed yet, to which I slowly thought in my alcohol'ed fuzzy head... oh crap. So, luckily, I was able to pack, shower, and make myself vomit within an hours time. What an accomplishment?! Especially if you know me and you know how much I hate packing. Maybe I should do that more often and just pack in a frenzy so I wouldn't sit there planning outfits and stressing out.
Thirdly, some annoying girl was on her celly talking for literally at least 4 minutes about how she saw a celebrity at the airport. She said how now her life feels complete and how she knew all the people around her (i.e. me and some uglies sitting across from me at the other computer stations) thought she was weird (which I didn't up until the fact that I realized she was leaving someone a message and talking so loudly). Anyway, by celebrity, at first I thought she was referring to me and felt embarassed, yet willing to put up with it. But, I guess the celebrity she saw turned out to be Blake Lively from Gossip Girls. And I guess she looks just as good in person! I don't really watch that show, but maybe some of you do, so I thought I'd pass on that info, which you can do what you wish with.
Thirdly, subpart A: Hi Lani, I'm at JFK for the next hour, do you want to come down from Manhattan to hang out?
Fourthly, here is the next annoying person I encounterd on my trip. The minute I sit down in my seat, I hear the two people across the aisle from me who had just met each other start chatty cathying it up and this continues for what I presume as most of the flight. Luckily, I fell asleep because I was exhausted, so I didn't have to listen to them blabber on. It was definitely a don't get me started moment, especially since my noise-cancelling earphone are not really working well anymore, and I forgot them anyway. Don't even get me started! So to this, I pose these question to you, valued readers and world-renowned jet-setters: What type of airplane neighbor are you? Do you talk to the person sitting next to you? What do you do if they start talking to you but you aren't feeling it? Do you put your headphones on immediately when you sit down and avert all eyes? Or does it depend on the neighbor and whether are not you are interested and having them get you started? As for me, most of you can probably guess, I generally avert my eyes and attempt to make no contact. Sometimes if I'm feeling friendly, I will start a convo when we're maybe 5 minutes to landing, you know, just for kicks. Because to me, the risk of starting to talk to someone who just won't shut up for a long flight greatly outweighs the benefit of making a new friend. I hope the person sitting next to me on the flight to Barcelonies is a young stylish person and not a weird middle-aged man playing sudoku and laughing to himself, like on my flight to JFK. Then maybe I will talk to them. Maybe Blake Lively will be my flight neighbor... you just never know do you. One time I was on a flight back from Tokyo and I discovered that Lauryn Hill was on my flight. Another time I saw Kim Kardashian and her ass at the airport. After all, you're nothing unless you're talked about... Gossip Girls.
UPDATE: I forgot to mention that the guy next to me for SD-->JFK used orange juice in his cereal. I kept glancing over to make sure my eyes didn´t deceive me and then I also thought, well maybe it changed colors because the cereal had like dyed color sugars etc. in it, but it was just Crispex, so I don´t think so. ¿ñç€?¡ <-- I just wanted to put those because its fun that the keyboards here have those letters on them.
