  My parents bought X-Brawn, complete with the chrome grill guard and sideboards. *sob* So here I am, in the South.
I wrote a big long thing in my notebook while I was sitting around Port Columbus airport waiting for the flight I arrived way too early for, but I don't have it in me to type it up.
I did get to spend a good couple hours of my evening in the emergency room, because on the way to pick me up in Atlanta my mother developed a bad allergic reaction to something, possibly something in the seat material of her new X-BRAWN. By the time we got back to Opelika she was feeling really awful, so we took her to the hospital. I guess it was probably for the best, since our original plans had involved having dinner with a group of relatives that might have included my cousin's horrid wife-beating almost-ex husband, who she has apparently decided to make amends with despite the fact that he kicked her in the head in front of her toddler son. When I was a teenager, I used to fantasize about becoming some kind of feminist vigilante. If it had been out at the time, I would have probably just wanted to be Astro City's Winged Victory.
This definitely makes me want to revisit those thoughts. I love airports. I found myself spending far too much time as I was travelling thinking about myself, who I was now compared to who I was as a child or who I was compared to my sister. I'm really hard to pin down now. I even have trouble describing me. I think maybe there's a big difference between who I am and who I, for some reason, want to be, so I end up acting both the way I really am and the way I think I should be, and sometimes they conflict. It's not necessarily a bad thing. Change is good. But this is supposed to be a vacation, not a time to get all weird and introspective.
Travelling alone just gives me way too much time to think. I want Alternators Smokescreen to come out already. 
