I hate flying. With a passion. I have an over-active imagination, meaning I come up with the freakiest scenerios for the simplest things. And, just like last year, I am freaky out about a short plane ride from Denver to Altanta.
I am bringing all of my One Direction things with me. No question. My parents opinion is invalid. Today, my dad asked me if I was leaving anything in the car and not taking it on the plane. Heck to the no. I am not leaving behind those boys. Then he put a stack of paper on my bed and said, "We need to go through these." I instantly, literally he tried to get to them first but I beat him to it, grabbed the top two magazines and put them next to me. The rest I could care less about. Seriously, do what you please with the newspaper, just let me have my boys. Then, I tried to download music to my phone, but iTunes was being completely rediculous so I downloaded an app instead (which I'm listening to now, and the flaw is that there is some weird bass problem in the background...Oh well) I honestly hope the people next to me won't mind listening and looking at One Direction for three hours. I don't care.
As always,
God Bless
Love
Aislinn
<3
PS; I am deadly afraid of planes, if I didn't clarify that enough.
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| No, they can't look any bette-- |
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| I stand so corrected. |
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| My legit reaction. SMILE. |
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