So here we are in the states! We made it!

And I don't like flying anymore. . . They made me unlace my Chuck Taylor high tops which took me forever. They called a 'code blue' whatever that is and gave me a long lecture about taking electronic objects out of my bag. Apparently my portable wireless internet box looked like just a square because of the metal and they thought it was a bomb. Fantastic. . . And I hate the arrival/departure boards because I can't read any of them.

It's not fun and it's not something I enjoy.

Got to meet my step-dad. He's a nice bloke. Unfortunately I had to meet all of my little 'siblings' along with him. I only like one of them and there's a bunch. . . I hate my life right now. One of them is really greasy and nasty. First impressions, first impressions. I already don't like him. At least the oldest is really into art like myself so we have that in common. =]

I really hope this pays off. I had better get some decent schooling at uni otherwise I'm screaming, getting back on a plane out of here, and screaming all of the way back home. . .