Day 1, 6:40am , San Fran Airport, 5-24-09

So, Peru huh? Crazy to think that that is where we´re headed today. Maybe it´s hard to comprehend because I´m so tired. We had to get up at 4 this morning to get here on time. We just got through security. What a freaking hassle! We had to try and get our huge backpacker´s backpacks through without having to check them.The man waved my sister through but held me back, which is unfair since her backpack is about fifteen pounds heavier than mine. I think it´s because I´m shorter and was less confident about carrying such a huge and ungainly thing. Or, it could be because I nearly knocked over the sign and the metal line posts on my way into security. Anyway, the man made us take some stuff out of the packs to make them shorter. He really was nice about it and even gave Tina a big plastic bag to stick everything in. Luckily, I had enough room in my little bag to stuff everything in so I didn´t have to throw anything away. I´m glad we got through security, but we still need to make it onto the plane. The steward on the plane may take one look at us and be like ¨Seriously? Hell no!¨and make us check our bags, which would be very very bad. We probably would not make our next flight if we did. On international flights, you have to be there, at the minimum, two hours in advance. We touch down exactly two hours and three minutes before our flight. There is no time for picking up bags at the baggage claim. W still have to get out of the domestic terminal, find the international terminal, and go through security once again. That is all for now. I´ll update later if we make it out alive.

So, yeah, this blog thing...

..is easy to forget about. I have had this blog since January and haven´t really posted very much. Oops! Oh well, I´ll post now.
My sister had this oh-so-brilliant idea to travel this summer. This has always kind of been a plan for both of us, to travel when we are both away from home. I was so excited when she first called me up in September and told me about this cool organization called Traveller Not Tourist. It only costs $50 to volunteer there and they have two programs they work with, an orphanage and a school. So, she planned it all out and we are now here for two months. It´s amazing and I´m already in love with it. The people, the culture, it´s all so different. have been keeping track of my experiences in a journal that I was originally planning on transferring onto here when we get back, but I think I want to start doing that now. Otherwise, I am likely to forget again:) So, here is the first of (hopefully) many travel posts.

I have to admit

that last post was slightly distasteful. Even I, She Who Enjoys All Things Nasty, think I should probably delete it. I won't, but I did think seriously about it:)

Anyways, on to my latest random thought: Most commercials are absolutely disgusting. If you think about it, the majority of commercials are medicine-related, right? Well, most mundane medical problems are pretty gross. Foot creams, vagina creams, bladder control pills, erection pills. Do we really need to have this kind of crap shoved in our faces every few minutes? I don’t think so. Maybe it’s just me, but I believe in keeping stuff like that strictly between you and your doctor.

And now for something completely different...

What kind of relationship do homeless people have? Relationships are all about communication. I mean, they don’t do anything all day so what do they have to talk about? The amount of cans they collected that day? The cool things they found while dumpster diving? I mean, seriously. And another thought, do the women get yeast infections all the time because the men are dirty? Yeah, I’m an odd person, thinking about the sex-lives of the financially destitute.

How do You know that They know that You know....you know?

They say that you should write about what you know. My question is this: what if you don’t know anything? Wouldn’t that be reflected in your writing? “Today I woke up, ate something, went somewhere, and, well….that‘s about it.” Wow, that sure makes for some interesting reading. I mean, honestly, what would you write about? My life isn’t super interesting, but I Know things. I have thoughts that I think are relatively interesting and might be fun to read about. I mostly think that they’re interesting because they’re so Random. Food, funny things I’ve heard people say, ideas for books, stuff like that. But what about dull people? I’m not trying to be mean, but there are some truly dull people out there. THEY don’t think they’re dull, but then they wonder why people are always nodding off around them.

Do dull people have dull thoughts? Probably.

Am I dull for thinking about stuff like this? Perhaps.

Only time will tell:)

Old Post #10

Sometimes, my life feels like a Big Bowl of Blah. Today was one of those kind of days. I felt detached from everything. It’s like I couldn’t be bothered to feel any kind of real emotion. Not happiness, not excitement, not even boredom. Just…nothing. I wasn’t upset about anything either. Everything was just…eh. Hopefully, tomorrow will be a better day. And it should be. Tina, Mom, Dan, and I are all going to explore San Francisco. I have lived 20 minutes from San Fran my entire life and I have NEVER walked around there besides the pier area.

Old Post #9

I wonder why surrogate mothering is seen as a kind, noble, and selfless deed and adoption is seen as something bad and shameful. Aren’t they doing the same thing? Providing children-less families with a bundle of joy? Adoption has always held subtle negative connotations while Surrogacy is on almost the same wavelength as that of sainthood. I guess when it’s your Own blood that you are entrusting to someone else, it makes it something sad rather than joyous. I would think that it would be even More of a self-less act to give up your Own baby, rather than someone else’s baby that just happened to live inside you for a few months.