Of airports and such ...

So. I'm at the airport again.

I do this entirely too often.

We are way too early. And I'm bored. There aren't even interesting people to watch yet. That's how insanely early we are.

This is what I look like when I'm bored:

And sideways, apparently. Dunno how to fix that, plus I'm lazy. So you get Sideways!Sarah.

This is me being grumpy at the sun:



I have a headache and I'm vaguely grumpy and I"m running on one hour of sleep yay!

There's a Coke truck driving around out there by the planes. Heheh, it looks tiny. Stupid soda truck. S'gonna get smooshed.

Now there's nothing. Eh.

I'm so tired. I'm going to sleep now. *passes out *

I'm sorry, what?

You know what I hate?

People who make things a racial issue.

Bloody hell.

I'm probably the least racist person you'll ever meet. I honestly can have a whole conversation with someone and not realize if they're black or white or Norwegian, and I honestly don't CARE.

I said something to my friend yesterday, about the color white, and how no one likes the color white and it's boring and overlooked, but it's a brilliant color because it's every color at once. (Yes, Trix. I WAS stealing from Abby.)

And today, this woman (who I generally like; she's like my friend's aunt.) says, about me saying that "no one likes the color white" that she wonders if I was feeling the pain of the white people, or the persecuted black people, and how no one likes the white people. And then she continued to ramble for a bit on how no one is black or white and this and that and I mostly tuned out.

What. The. Hell. (Of course my response was more like, "Um ... no, that's not what I was going for. I was just saying that ... white is a ... generally overlooked color.")

Did I say ANYTHING about races? I don't even. Stop putting words in my mouth.

It's not that big of a deal. It just sort of added to my stressful morning.

Anyway. Wanted to rant. Finished now.