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Ok, so last night, I stayed with Nicole's family. I had originally intended to head back to White Plains, but the roads back from Congers weren't very clear, so I remained here on this side of the river. And this has actually turned out to work very well.

I guess I should mention that Nicole lives about 20 minutes to the south of White Plains (where my dad is from). So she came up to see me yesterday, as well as to take me to the Palisades mall so i could get some cloths.

So yesterday, Nicole picked me up, and we went across the river over to Rockland county where the Palisades is. After grabbing a quick bite to eat, we went to a few stores so that I could buy some cloths to wear while I wait around for American Airlines to get off their butts and find my luggage.

After the mall, we went to Nicole's house and her parents greeted me, and in what seems to be a custom for parents, began to want to feed me. After being told that Nicole and I should order food, regardless of whether we were hungry now or not, I got a quick tour of the house and we sat down to discuss how Christmas went while waiting for Mr. DiLello to get back with our food.

After eating, I took a quick shower as so that I could be clean and put on some new clean cloths, and Nicole and I went out to buy me some toiletries. After that, we came back and watch a whole lot of Saved by the Bell. (Nicole has the entire show on DVD and we like to sit and watch it)

That was basically what I did yesterday, and I wouldn't change it for anything. Nicole's parents have been super cool to me, but then again, they always are, so it's not entirely surprising. I will say, that I felt very at home here, and managed to get a good nights sleep last night. It probably helped that I had some clean cloths (which really can mess with me, I've found out), but I still very much at home. *smiles*

Things are seeming up today. The sun is out, I don't foresee any more crazy weather fun. And hopefully, my family will arrive in White Plains sometime today. That would be awesome. Alright, Nicole has woken up and I have to go. Baibai.

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Terrrfic. I was tired. So I went to bed earlier than usual. I was exhausted. Of course. Now I'm awake. And can't get back to sleep. Plus, I just feel off. Not having my own cloths is really begining to get to me.

American keeps saying they have no idea of where my bags are. I'm begining to think they are looking for them in the wrong place. I may call them tomorrow morning and ask them to have a lookout flag set for Chicago and Columbus as well. At this point, I'd rather they just admit that they lost my cloths so I could feel right in going out and buying new stuff.

I'll probably ask Nicole to take me to the mall tomorrow so I can get some cloths to wear. I also need a few basic toiletries. God I feel so…unprepared. I can't even begin to feel settled or ready for anything. It's really hard to be comfortable when a large portion of your stuff is missing.

I just feel really off right now. So much of this trip has been a disaster. I'm supposed to be getting rest and relaxing, and I'm having a hard time doing it. I just can't get situated. Part of me just wants this whole trip to be over. It seems like everytime I take a step forward, or something good happens, I get kicked in the gut.

And now I think my insomnia may have kicked in. Great. Just friggen great.

I'm trying to stay as positive as possible. But it's getting really hard. Things could be a lot worse, and I know that. And I'm fortunate. God keeps throwing me a bone so I don't completely lose it. I'm also reminded a lot of how bad others in my situation have it every time the news comes on. So I'm happy about that. But at the same time…I just…feel like crap.

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Merry Christmas! I hope everyone had a good one. I know I did. I sp;ent mine with family. That's all I wanted.

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…I didn't think it would be possible, but American Airlines managed to screw up again. No seriously. My luggage? They don't know where it is. I just called their automated baggage line. All I get is “The location of your baggage is unknown at this time. We're sorry for the inconvienence.” Yeah right. Incompatent jerks.

I am not completely disgusted with American Airlines. Never in my life have I been forced to deal with such absolute idiocy. I mean, let's think about this for just a second. You didn't cancel my flight till when? Yet you knew it was going to be cancelled. You had to. With as much snow that was on the ground?! There is NO LOGICAL REASON to let this happen.

And then to lose my luggage? You have electronic tracking on all bags. How the F$CK do you lose a bag. You have to scan it. That's it. What, was it too much work to deal with all of the bags that got stranded in O'Hare? Know what? No body feels for you. It's automated. It's computerized. They put F$CKING UPC'S ON THE BAG!!! So my bag is lost. I might as well just give up on it. At least I can get a shit-ton of money to replace what I lost. My goal is to get as much out of those cheap bastards as possible. Then go on a spending spree. Why? Because they are too stupid to even tell me the truth about my bags.

Rerouted to Newark my ASS!

BAH!! It's ok. Their humans. They make mistakes. A whole bunch of them, but they are only human. So I forgive them. Although I am definetly never flying them again. I have a hard enough time dealing with having to fly. But flying MortonAir is just too much for me to deal with.

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Sigh…I officially know how Odysseus felt. Getting home is proving to be more difficult than I thought. It’s now 3:34 Chicago time, and I am currently still in…well…Chicago. This just keeps getting better and better.

So why am I still here? Well, the day seemed to start like it would go my way. I got the airport. I found out my bags were going to be properly routed. I even had time to have a leisurely lunch. Of course, I made the assumption that my flight, which was even being said to be on time, would go without a hitch.

Boy was I wrong.

About 10 minutes into the flight, the captain came over the intercom and reported that the landing gear in the nose was not retracting properly. So…we turned around and I ended up right back at Chicago O’Hare. Terrrrrrific. Right where I’ve wanted to be. Whoo hoo.

So now I’m sitting at the gate. With my stuff. Waiting to get onto my new plane. Maybe, God willing, it will take off and make to Newark. Yes, that would be good. Because I’ve now officially run out of cheesy holiday air travel clichés. No seriously.

And apparently, the plane we thought was ours, isn’t actually ours. Instead, it was the other plane. So we have to get our plane into the gate and get the people off it. Oh! The new plane is here. And they’re going to get people off this plane. I’ve volunteered to help by kicking people in the ass to get off.

Sigh…In other news, I’m reading this book Plane Insanity about the crazieness that happens on planes. It’s funny, especially since I’m having all this fun. But it’s helping to keep me from having to kill people. Which is good. Yes, very very good.

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