Thanks, Salt Lake City Airport.

I'm stuck.

In the airport.

I guess I deserve it though, because it's never happened to me before. Everyone should have it happen to them once, right?

The only thing I'm regretting right now is neglecting to bring my phone charger with me on my little weekend trip home. "I'll just use my mom's" I thought to myself as I happily packed my little carry-on. But little did I know that I would find myself sitting in the airport while my plane flies over to Boise for a little detour to get some more fuel, and to avoid the "swift winds" in Salt Lake.

Thanks, little Tongan boy, for hopping around on the seats right next to me. It's not like I didn't already have a headache or anything.

Also, there is a wildfire blowing across a part of the freeway and was closed down, or so I overhead from the wanksta man with the goatee and the silver chain necklace. Ryan, did you make it home safely? I wish I could text/call you, buuuuut... my phone is dead. Dangit.

Thanks, giggly white girls that look like you are on a high school swim team, for laughing your heads off at a Youtube video on your iPod touch. You make me laugh.

So, my plane is delayed until 11PM tonight. And here it is, 9:37PM. Not too bad I guess. It could be worse. My life has been going too greatly lately (haha, rhymes) to NOT have something go wrong.

Thanks, Salt Lake Airport people, for the kind gesture of offering the "patient people of flight 784" some free snacks and sodas. You are so kind.

The flight has been delayed again, now we will leave at 11:20. That is, IF the plane ever leaves Boise and is able to land in Salt Lake, due to this freaky weather that we're having at the moment.

Thanks, little Tongan girl, for running over my foot with your stroller. Oh gosh. Too much, too much.

It's interesting to see how all the different people deal with their delayed flight. The Tongan family sitting across from me with 4 young children are terrorizing me as we speak, as you have learned from the previous sentences above. The couple over to my right are tuned out to each other, and have turned to their own laptops and iPods to keep themselves company. I wonder if they have marriage problems. The swim team girls are still on their iPods, but they are no longer laughing. Neither am I. The businessmen are on their Bluetooths, and all the single ladies are over by their lonesome, readin' their books or gossiping on their phones.

Thanks, other little Tongan girl, for sitting 1 inch away from me and looking over my shoulder, and almost touching my escape button, on purpose.

I'm gonna go complain to some airport workers now and see if I can get some free stuff.