So, Philadelphia was pretty interesting. I stayed at Abbie’s place for most of the two weeks I was there, and to be honest, although I had a passing desire to go and see some sights, I was pretty content to adopt a regimen of sleeping, eating, watching TV/DVDs, writing, and then back to sleeping. I got to know three pretty amazing series, like Firefly, Aqua Teen Hunger Force, and Greg the Bunny. I pretty much have gone fanboy all over Firefly, as you can tell from my new LJ layout, and as soon as I got home, we picked up the DVD collection at Fry’s for a decent price. Me likey Firefly, Me likey Firefly.
I got to see the crappy movie that was Constantine on last Sunday, and after seeing that, I realized that I can’t ask for a refund on time lost. I want that 90 minutes of my life back, damn it. It was horrid, and the only reason I did not walk out was because I didn’t drive there. I tolerate Keanu Reeves to a point, but even the hottie that is Rachel Weisz couldn’t save that stinkbomb. Yikes. What saved the day for me was the premeire of Robot Chicken. It’s basically got your old action figures, voiced by Seth Green, Rachel Leigh Cook, Macaulay Culkin, Seth MacFarlane, Alex Borstein, Kurtwood Smith… it’s amazing. I looked down the schedule they’ll even have Mark Hamill doing the Luke Skywalker voice! Awesome. On Friday night, Abbie took me to see an American Hockey League game; the Philadelphia Phantoms versus the Hershey Bears. I’ve never seen so many penalties in an NHL game… the Phantoms are fucking brutal on the ice. Again, it was very awesome.
The flight back home was excrutiatingly painful, because my lower back hurt and was causing my legs to spasm a little. I forced myself to stay awake all night long to try and tire myself out for the flight home, and I ended up sleeping through a majority of the flight, though there was this one part during the 6 hour flight from Philly to Los Angeles that I wrote in an entry I never posted:
I fell asleep no more than twenty minutes after we reached cruising altitude, and lost track of how long we’ve been in the air. Although there are children seated in front of me and across the row, what woke me up was the plane’s PA system crackling to life and the pilot saying, “Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. This is the pilot, speaking.” And I thought, awesome; he’s going to tell us we’re starting our descent! The pilot went on to say, “If you will look outside your windows, you will see Kansas City, Missouri below us right now. We’ve just completed the half-way point of our flight and should be arriving in Los Angeles in three hours.” Everyone groaned, because I guess they thought we were going to be landing at LAX. I laughed, wrote this entry and now I’m going back to my nap.
Well, it was funny at the time. They never even offered me a pillow, either. I just slept with my head against the side of the plane, next to the window and drooled. I know this, because I woke up and felt very cool air on my face and there was this girl sitting next to me with an amused expression on her face. Oh well, whoopty shit.. she was getting off at LAX to go home, if I recall the conversation correctly. Like I would even be interested in someone who STEALS MY WATER. All you SoCal’ers can go to hell for stealing my water!!! < jk :)> I love SoCal. I go down to Anime Expo every year. 
Uh, anyway… I had a 1.5 hour layover at LAX, which sucked because LAX is like one of the worst airports ever. I’m just thankful I didn’t have to move from one whole terminal to the next, like I did when I flew to Maui. We literally had to race from one American terminal to the other. Gah. Another story for another time.
Fell asleep on the plane to San Jose. Now, we start our descent and I’m watching the ground get closer. We’re flying over some familiar stuff, like San Jose Municipal Stadium. Now, Muni is where the San Jose Giants play, and I swear I saw baseball being played over there. I was sitting in a row with someone who wasn’t very talkative to a drooly sleeping person, but I was so excited to see baseball being played! I bounced in my seat like a little kid, because it meant that baseball season was fast approaching, and suddenly I was so happy to be home.. moreso than I was before. Philadelphia kind of grows on you, but I think that had more to do with the fact that I SuperUltraHyperLazy Guy than anything else. I would love to do nothing but sit on my ass and watch Cartoon Network all day and all night, but eh… I would rather write my damn novel.
As the plane is getting closer to land at San Jose International, I’m noticing something odd. The tail of the plane is wobbling from side to side, like the pilots are fucking around with the peddles that control the yaw of the plane. We’re about to touch down and the plane’s left side is going to hit first. Also, we’re coming down much faster than I’d like. So, my body goes tense, everyone yelps a little in surprise when the plane touches down on the left first and then the right, making it less smooth than your normal landings. My ass finally unclenched when the plane came to a complete stop.
I fell asleep shortly thereafter, because I couldn’t stay awake anymore.. and then I woke up at fuckin’ 4am. Ugh. I forced myself back to sleep at 6am, because my boss rescheduled me for work at noon until midnight.
There you go.. my week in a nutshell… or not.
