On May 14th, I'll be leaving on a 9 hour flight to Michigan. I will be greeted at around 9pm by Kyle! My amazing boyfriend. :) He and I will be living together along with his brother and his brother's girlfriend for a couple of months. I've only ever played a game or two of L4D2 with his brother, but I figure since I like zombies and he likes zombies that we'll get along famously. I hear his girlfriend is pretty nice too, so I'm excited to meet her as well.

I love planes. They're so big and... aerodynamic. The ride itself is pretty awesome (especially if you get a window seat). However, I've always had issues with the take-off and landing. Much more so the take-off.. You know how when you get on an elevator and it starts going up or down.. you get that feeling in the pit of your stomach? No? Well.. I know that feeling all too well and a plane pretty much feels the same only ten times worse. It makes me nauseous and I get this horrible feeling of dread until we're either completely stabilized in the air or on the ground. I really feel sorry for the person who gets the honor of sitting next to me because I'm not entirely sure if I'll puke or not. Not to mention, I get to take-off and land three times.

I'm pretty nervous about the whole ordeal. I'm scared I'll miss my flight or get lost in the airport. Airports are hella crowded if all the movies I've ever watched that had an airport in it somewhere are correct in their representation. I don't have a sense of direction so I don't think I can trust myself to get to the right gate in any kind of timely fashion. I'm sure they have people around who can at least point me in the right direction though, so that's always a plus.

In any case, I'm super excited to go.

If I can find my stupid camera I'll take and upload pictures of the whole thing. You'll get to laugh at me getting lost!

Also, for those wondering, concerning my previous post.. Weezul didn't make it. He put up one hell of a fight over the past few months, but in the end the little guy just couldn't keep up. The medicine we bought him wasn't working. He looked and probably felt miserable. He refused to eat and would only lay there when we took him out to cuddle and comfort him. We put him to sleep on Sunday morning. He had a good and loving life with us. :) We hope we made his life a very comfortable and enjoyable one. He deserved it.

R.I.P. Weezul