I'm Gettin' on a Plane and Headin' to California

Well, the REAL California, as in Norcal! First plane ride ever in a month from now. I'm scared and excited and nervous and holding my breath and anticipating it. If I get super nervous when I'm on the plane, I don't care who it is, I am going to explain to my neighbor: Hi, this is my first time flying in an airplane and I'm sorta freaking out right now, playing LOST scenarios in my head, do you mind holding my hand for the next five minutes or however long it takes.

Yes, that will be me. I feel weird going to Norcal, too, without actually going Home. Germain's wedding is good too, but, you know, the allure of going Home, within an hour and a half, and I won't even be able to go Home. And, like I said, I'm not going Home for spring break, either. Stuck in Socal for six more months. Oh, how fun. Pancho better show up at the wedding in a red sweater, or else I will be sad to not have seen him. I'll find a way to sneak him into the hotel, just you wait.

Anyway. I just emailed Aunt Joni the flight information and I decided that now would be a good time to announce:

I'm gay...

No, I'm just kidding (it seemed sort of fitting. Haha). To announce that I actually AM getting on an airplane of my own free will. UGH. I'm so nervous. I wonder how I'll feel when I'm actually at the airport on March 5th. Goodness, who knows what that will be like. I guess it's good practice, though, to get ready for Japan and Danmark and Iowa (grad school?) and New York ('cause I'm going to be that awesome) and anywhere else I need to go.

But just imagine if the plane got sucked into some vortex and I ended up in the 70's on some hippie Dharma island with a smoke monster and Ben Linus. I would totally join Sawyer and Juliette in trying to get everyone off the island. And what's up with John Locke? Alive or dead?

ONLY SEVEN MORE DAYS UNTIL THE FINAL SEASON STARTS!!! YESSSSS.

(to be continued...)