MY LIFE IS CHAOS.

Its offical. My life is pure chaos. The past 3 hour of my life have been absolutely absurd. So much so that I need to blog via crackberry while sitting on my flight. And no we're not taking off or landing, were sitting waiting to take off... Delayed apparently. So here is the last three hours of my life.

Dilemma number one: I woke up a little early so I had to time get ready, double check my packing job and eat. So I have everything together and go to meet rachel outside. Well we both double check we have everything. Sure enough, natasha left her visa.. To get back into the country ... In her room. Seriously? I purposely wrote myself notes and got it out so I wouldn't forget, and I locked it back in my safe before I left. Real smart.

 Number two: now that were running a few minutes late we head to the tube and have to put money on our cards because heathrow is outside of our zone. So twenty minutes later after the women in from of us argued about her ticket, we finally put money on our card.
we finally get on the right tube on the way to heathrow and its about an hour and fifteen  ride. I looked up departing flights before we left and it said terminal five, so we go to terminal five. And here comes number three..

Were surrounded by british airways check in ... Uhhh were flying lufthansa. Sweet, then we look at our paper work, terminal 1. Good job natasha. So now we have to fine the heathrow express to terminal 1.

Twenty minutes later we get to terminal one. Mind you now its 2 o'clock, boarding is at 2:30 and the flight leaves at three. So we find the check in, of course its in a whole other wing. (Btw tried to check in online yesterday, wouldnt let me. It was a sign of what was to come".

Finally check it, head to departures and the guy says, umm your at the wrong gate. Sweet. We have to go back to gate B ... Whyyy?! So we speed walk to gate B and get through the first set of check in. And the guy says "where did u get this ticket? Ummm check in with lufthansa I said oh well tell BMI your here when u get through so they can get you a seat." Excuse me what does that mean and what is BMI. So rachel and I confused just continue on to security.

Once we get through security (mind you, I got frisked by security.. That was a nice addition to the day) we make it through and go to find out gate, but stopped to use the restroom and get a water. Then we headed to our gate and we see the sign "flight to Edinburgh 08C gates closing" whatttt!!!! I was Like hell no after all this I'm getting on the plane. So we sprinted to our gate and on the way pass three old men in kilts who decided to dance in front of us. At the time not funny, now kind of hysterical.

we make it to the gate and finally can look at our tickets and compare seats ... Except I don't have one. Here's the kicker ... I had my boarding pass to the lady and she tells me I'm on standby and have to wait if there are free seats. EXCUSE ME WOMEN, WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!!!!

Rachel and I were in shock. I said umm know I booked my ticket online weeks ago, I'm on this flight. Well apparently not. She goes its a popular weekend in scotland, something with rugby maybe, idk I was to flustered to even comprehend what she was saying.

So rachel gets on and I have to wait to see if there are free seats. So that's what security meant by tell BMI your here? Awesome. My life is just awesome. So mean while rachel is sitting on a plane alone heading to scotland where chelsey will be getting her. Oh and they don't really know each other.

Well long story not so short, I got a seat. Any idea how awkward it is to be the last one to board the plane, an already boarded plane flustered, sweating, carrying ur carry on that won't fit in over head storage bc its full and not a clue where I'm sitting ohh and let just add on the fact that I'm a 6'1" american! winner winnner!

Now I'm sitting on the plane waiting to take off but we're delayed anyway. What the hell has my life come to. Everything always goes wrong.. Talk about the worst week ever!!!!
 




[sidenote: the only reason this blog has capital letters is because my crackberry automatically changes them. sorry mom, im still not written in proper english!]

<3 annoyed. stressed.

Someone get me a beeer!!!!!