day three

so. the miami airport smells like chicken cutlets. i have three hours to kill before my flight. why did we get here so early. they searched my backpack and took away my squeeze tube of peanut butter. i told some other volunteer that it was good they took it away, because i had squeezable bombs in it. she told me that they would arrest me for saying that outloud, even though i was obviously kidding.

half of these kids are reading harry potter 14, or whatever one is out now. i've already decided that i'm going to end up being the bad kid, the kid who listens to none of the rules. it seems like a lot of these kids are very law-abiding, very goody-two-shoes. i see a lot of getting in trouble in my future.

for example: i already stole six dollars worth of coffee from the hotel restaurant. it was even better because i very openly did it in front of about 5 other volunteers who i didn't know. THEN i proceeded to give a give of stolen coffee to my hotel roommate mollie who THEN told another volunteer who didn't find it at all funny. i think everyone should probably steal a thing or two in your lifetime. we all get a little bit robbed here and there, whether you are over-charged or someone steals your purse. you need to balance this out. steal a little bit, god wants you to.

the correct response to "have a night flight" to the airport desk lady is, "you too."

then i was giving this guy my suitcases and i didn't know if i was supposed to wait there for something or not. he said, "are you afraid to go?" and i said "what?" then he said, "you are free to go." and then i thought of freud.

i just very creepily sniffed my aromatherapy stick. it's my new favorite thing. close eyes, place under nostril, sniff. think relaxing thoughts. white fluffy down comforters and chimes jingling in the wind. it helps me de-stress. i'm hungry. where's my squeeze tube peanut butter. i was hoping to try to make some friends, and then while we are sitting in our little airport clique circle, pull out the tube and squeeze some into my mouth. if they laugh, then they are keepers.

my stomach hurts and i can't stop peeing. i really have no idea about what st. lucia is going to be like. SAINT LEW-CHEE-YAH. LEWSHA. LEW-SHA.

about one hour until we arrive in st. lucia. i'm kind of looking forward to seeing what it looks like and how developed it is. i'm imagining it to be quite like samoa.

i'm wearing pants and a sweater. i figured that even thought it's not very cold on the plane, this will be one of the last times in a while to be comfy like this, all covered up. the asian woman next to me just offered me a cookie. there is probably poison in it.