The Return

So I left Provo Wednesday in the A.M. I had gone and watched The Interpreter with Andrea, Becca and Zach in the library after a quite fun night that included playing some german car game and getting creamed, Becca and I exchanging presents, and Zach alluding to the idea that I look like a potato-head. I said my goodbyes (extended) to Zach and Nathan, and temporarily to Becca and her roomies, and Mark. Then after all that, about midnight we headed to the library. Wrapped up and Becca and I left about 2:15 so I could be on time for my shuttle.

Oh boy, my shuttle. Well, it was originally scheduled for 1 a.m. that day for my 5:50 flight out. Turns out they don't offer a 1 a.m. shuttle, nd they called me and told me it was rescheduled for between 2:30 and 3 a.m. So there I am at 2:30 and I had everything ready. Ten minutes go by, and I'm chill. Twenty go by, I'm a little worried. Finally it's 3:05. I call home, have my dad wake up my mom to go check on the shuttle. Turns out they should have told me between 3:30 and 4. Way to go! Plus, my flight is now at 5:25. The shuttle arrives, i get to the airport on time, I have Continental Agents literally rushing me to my gate, zooming through security, and I get on my plane in time. I sleep a very random sleep on my way home, and by that i refer to the way i woke up: with my head lodged between my headrest (hah!) and the ... wall (side?) of the plane. I didn't sleep well, let's put it that way.

I got home, and all I could think about was the bowl game. And what a game. Go cougs! Since then I've seen Happy Feet and Rocky Balboa, both movies worth seeing. And I ate at the cheescake factory which was all right i guess.

Tomorrow is Christmas eve... hoorah!