And so it begins...

CPW has come and gone (I'll post about it later) (Basically it was awesome). One of its more unexpected effects was the inspiration to start a blog. Now, I've been through livejournal, xanga, myspace (although myspace isn't really a blog) at one time or another and while these are all wonderful sites (except for myspace. Does myspace even have a purpose?), it will be nice to start anew on a website not-quite-so-affiliated-with emo poetry and AIMlogs. There will, of course, be rants...which brings us, of course, to our next topic:


My flight to Boston was actually on time, a rarity for this shining example of aeronautical efficiency. The return trip was not quite so lovely... Delta, in waht appears to be an attempt save money, has implemented a system of heavily overbooking flights, such that even though one may possess a boarding pass, there is no guarantee that one will actually be able to board the plane. Apparently Delta thinks that there exists a large population of millionaires with loads of free time who regularly purchase airline tickets just for kicks, with no intention of actually taking the flight. With this rationale in mind, it's appalling that my mother, myself, and eight other individuals were unable to score seats for the trip back to Atlanta. Perhaps the millionaire's private jets had all been damaged after the valet got a bit tipsy during a cocktail party and said millionaires were forced to actually fly Delta. Long story short: we got home at 8 instead of 1. I guess the oompah-loompahs had fixed the private jets by the time the 6:00 flight rolled around