once we got down to the desk area, we saw the long line of everyone who had missed their connecting flights and had to get a new one. we were past the ropes. i knew it'd be a 2 hour line. i looked at the monitor in regards to departing flights. i didn't even see one for LAX for our airline, nor another airport closeby. the flights listed went to about 6:30am. perhaps we won't leave until noon. if so, at least maybe we can go into las vegas and get some vegan donuts or a tofu burger. fuck, it'd be faster to rent a car and drive home. but we paid for a flight so that's what we're going to get. we finally got to the front of the line and the ticket agent told us that we had been put on the next flight, which leaves at 8am. great, what do we do in the meantime? make the best of it and try to sleep in the terminal. there were many doing the same. they had made makeshift beds on the floor. you expect this sort of thing in winter due to snow, not in the middle of summer.

after sleeping as much as we could, and royally screwing up any chance of me sticking on east coast time and being an early bird on the west coast, we walked over to our gate and waited to board. because of my last minute upgrade to a ticket to be on the same flight as my mom, the seat they gave me was in first class. i didn't take advantage of this in terms of food/drink because it's such a short flight to LA. instead, i used the roomy chairs to get as much sleep as possible. once back at LAX, i was so relieved to be home. i always feel that way when arriving at LAX from somewhere so very different from home.

usually it takes a long time to get your baggage so my mom's boyfriend wasn't there waiting for us. this trip was different. our flight took forever but our baggage came out right away. we waited for about 30 minutes to be picked up. then they dropped me off at home. i came in through the front door and i usually drive into the garage and enter that way. it was so different coming in through the front and i had been away so it felt odd, like it wasn't my home. it took me awhile to get used to it. i should've showered and slept and gotten back to normal but i had things to do. so i stayed up and took care of the things that needed to be taken care of.

what a long day. what a hellish time. that really put me off of new england for awhile. years i would say. i was not moved by any city at all. sometimes you are just drawn to a city. that happens to me where i arrive and i say that i could live there. i could imagine moving. or a desire to vacation there again. nothing. in fact, i couldn't see how people could live there. i mean, not me. if you like brick buildings, fine. if you love to be surrounded by early american history, fine. however, what have you contributed since then? i think it's important to think forward and not dwell on the past. since i had time to reflect on america's past and beginnings, i became disgusted with my country. it finally hit me that what we are is what we always have been so i cannot expect change to come within my lifetime. the principles on paper are just words. it's not how we uphold things or what drives this country. what i mean is this, we were founded by religious crazies. i've always known this but i guess brushed it off because our laws talk of religious freedom. freedom to be crazy! our country exists due to very well to do capitalists. it sounds so small when your history book says merchant. these people were stinkin' rich in their time and did not want to pay taxes so they said good-bye to england. sounds like those in power today doesn't it? cutting taxes for the rich. this country is so fucked up. is there any honest country? i doubt it. where a honest person can live comfortably? perhaps but it may be difficult. but at least all the other 1st world countries provide health care. at least they can say that. FUCK!

what did i learn about new england during my trip? that dunkin' donuts are very popular there. judging by all the churches, religion seems to be big. but the presence of churches can be deceiving as one does not know attendance nor what is in one's heart. also, the wasp thing is real. white, anglo, saxon, protestant. i didn't really spend time with them but they were discussed. the whites i spent time with are my family and none of them are protestant to my knowledge, though they might be anglo-saxon. and finally, there are no toilet seat covers.