(Talk about a first world problem,)
Okay - last few days prior to my departure went without any notable incident, HENCE lack of blog updates no-i-was-not-being-lazy-fuck-you. I did some shopping (I bought a ridiculous amount of pajamas and i'm not sure why??) and met up with Izzy and Ollie and I don't know who else because my dates are all muddled. I've just traveled back in time, bear with me.
So: plane ride was actually okay. I'd stayed up for 30 something hours so I was tired ~clever strategy~ and with my bigger seats and all the jackets I was carrying on my person (packed with a 'if it doesn't fit in the suitcase I'M WEARING IT' mentality,) meant I was able to sort of sleep - really more of a state of hypnogogia really but close enough. The films were okay but then again, I watched the Lion King so they were really more than okay. There was also a ton of room so the person next to me moved the row over and then I didn't have a seat in front of me so there was an absence of the usually-present-dickwad-who-puts-their-chair-as-far-back-as-they-can-the-whole-flight which was very, very welcome.
I did startle myself though. Due to lack of seat in front, tv and tray were stored in the cute handrests. When dinner came, I opened one and spent about 5 minutes trying to get my tray out. It had a push here button so I prodded it a bit and then finally smacked it and it flew up and surprised me. Even better, it was the tv...
Upon arrival, I knew I had time to kill, so I decided to take my time. Unfortunately, the universe likes to work against me because every time I try to take my time, I end up being ridiculously early. So then now I have a 3 hour wait for the coach! ... Then a 2 hour coach ride, then cab ride, before I'm finally back in my uni room WHICH NEEDS TO BE UNPACKED AND SORTED AND CLEANED. God damn it.
Went through duty free and picked up the cutest little absolut baby vodka set of 1 of each flavour <3 Shall definitely be put to good use. I would take a picture right now but that would probably just look really weird.
So, now I have an hour and a bit! I killed quite a bit of time blu-tacking the back of my photos (which I'd packed in my hand baggage for this purpose,) and I think now, I will make a list of possible things to do when waiting at Heathrow Airport (and then maybe do some of them.)
So:
Possible Things To Do When Waiting At Heathrow Airport
(1) Go to all two of the money exchange places. Exchange my $500. Count my money. (Not being sarcastic, I genuinely love doing this.)
(2) Go stand in front of the ben & jerry's machine and spend 5 minutes debating a flavour before finally choosing one. Proceed to eat it in about 40 seconds. (Will definitely do this one.)
(3) Drink the whole of the Baileys I bought duty free and just get drunk and hope time passes really quickly. (Being sarcastic, I will definitely not do this one... massive waste of alcohol.)
(4) Go buy food then eat it. (Will most likely do this one.)
Okay, so there's not that much. I was super bored earlier, and therefore why I actually paid money to use internet. Time is suddenly passing by faster! ~~!
On a last note before I... go... maybe do some of my list, traveling by yourself SUCKS for one reason... what the fuck do I do with my baggage!!! Not meant to leave my baggage unattended but I have quite a lot and what if I need to pee... sigh, hard life.
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