12 Hours Later

and I am finally at LAX. The best part? It is almost completely devoid of any signs of life except for the sporadic blasts from the speakerphone telling people their flights are going to leave without them. I actually really wish someone would say "Jessica Long we are leaving without you because we gave you like fifteen minutes and you still have not shown up so this is all on you. Good luck and have a good summer."
That would make me slightly happier considering I'm sitting against this pillar for the next...six and a half hours. What is it with that magic mixed number? Six and a half seems to be running my life right now. Six and a half hours, six and a half weeks...neither sound very exciting.

I am glad that the first pictures I am posting on this documentary are completely boring but that is what my life is right now. Haha. Enjoy?








Notice how happy I look because I get to stare at this:


until the sun comes up.



Oh and by the way, we fly for three hours then stop in Honolulu for an hour and fifteen minutes, then fly out again for like thirteen hours for another hour layover in Manila, then another hour flight to Cebu. FUN.