Heathrow

Heathrow Entry, backdated due to shitty T-mobile service


So, apparently paying $10 at LAX for wireless wasn't enough for T-Mobile, even though most other major airports have free wireless internet. Instead, they've made sure my TMOBILE HOTSPOT only works at LAX despite advertising hotspots in Heathrow too. Also, Heathrow seems to think they're getting charged per byte of data and theirs is a timed service with a set rate per minute. Absurd. I plan on writing T-mobile and asking for a refund because this is fucking stupid.

The flight was long, obviously. The person sitting next to me was a quiet Englishman who didn't exchange a single word with me the entire flight. When all the lights were out a man with a tray came and gave me a drink which I soon found to be tomato juice (WHICH I DESPISE) and I sincerely wish that drink to hell as it was on my goddamn tray for six hours and no one would take it away. I only got up once the whole flight and didn't sleep at all, thank you very much failed attempt to find some ambian.

The flight attendants were overly English and said "cheerio" a lot and "lovely, lovely" and I hope they are paid extra to do that because, goddamn. I'm now exhausted and have a headache and my face, thank you Cyle, is all fucked up because a certain boy chose to wear a stud in his lip when kissing me goodbye. I have three puncture wounds, my nose which looks gross and red now, right above my mouth, and my chin. It's really cute. The last taste in my mouth is, ugh, tomato juice, but I cannot buy anything here because my currency is worthless and I don't understand the currency system here. I'd look it up BUT MY INTERNET IS NOT WORKING HAHA ISN'T THAT FUNNY?

I also have limited time on my laptop as I don't have the charger-adapter but I'm not even sure the English one is the same as the euro one and even if it was I wouldn't know how to pay for it. I can't do ANYTHING it seems. Except wait, but apparently they're scared of people mobbing the gates or something because they refuse to show gate info until 30-40 mins before your flight leaves. Oh, and as a final note, arriving was fucking creepy because I felt like I was being quarantined by long lonely hallways cornered off by glass.

English accents are one of my favorite things and I feel like I'm in a cartoon being surrounded by them suddenly. I would very much like to sleep.

UPDATE: I had 10 pounds, I now have 5 pounds and a bunch of awkward looking change after buying a soda I could have stolen easily. WHY. Also a black teenager wearing a scene jacket with fake fur lined hood like mine looked at me and I thought we were going to have a tecktonik battle right then and there and I was going to scream I'M NOT READYYYYYYY.

I have no money but I do now have a lot of awkward English coins. Which is lovely. The mystery of where the fuck my gate even is won't even be solved for another half an hour or so, so until then I get to loiter around this airport that costs lots of money forever. I don't want to steal anything so I just get to look at everything for a very long time and hope when my ADD kicks out enough time has passed. This last flight is going to be miserable. Beginning to regret allowing Cyle's lip ring stud thing go to work on my face because I look like I fall down a lot or have herpes. It is 10:34 back home and 18:33 here, and as much as I want to use military time I have no reference on it and I loathe it. I always read it angrily as "eighteen a fucking clock" in my head.

But yeah, I look shitty, I need to shave and shower and sleep. I am not looking forward to going through customs in germany, I am so so so so so so so tired and I would like them to give me a hotel room to sleep in my myself before anyone I need to make a good first impression on can see me.