I always document my plane travels.

They should make the rule that if it's 5 in the morning you can go 20 over, especially on Center St. No one is coming for miles in either direction. The closest thing I came to hitting was a statue of a deer in my peripheral. Yes, I still sat at the red light anticipating the light that tells me I can go. I have a conscience. Word, I definitely do. I was on my way to FL to take pictures for Megan's wedding. I was lucky to be there =)

Someone saw me naked today. The first time I experienced the new "controversial" airport security devices. You stand in this rocket launcher with your hands above your head and feet slightly apart. No not awkward at all. I saw the lady on her talkie and they stepped me aside. "sekUrity" Apparently they thought I might have had some metal on my abs. She patted and cleared me. I told her I did not, but I failed to mention I just started working out.

The concept of random selection: the guy in front of me was way more sketch than I, a tall lanky white girl who just wanted her strawberry applesauce for the plane ride.

The man next to me in 15 B is not little. He is sitting on my seat belt. I just let that one be.

The things that ruined the morning - the 4am alarm clock, $20 baggage fee, the destruction of my strawberry applesauce through security, and the weird smells from Little Man on my right.

The things that made it good - the note left by my roommate on the front door, going 80 on the highway with barely anyone on the road, the security experience, the idea of surprising my family, I made my flight on time.

It really is annoying that you can't listen to your ipod on take off. I normally defy them, but they mentioned it like 50 times. Yes I struggle being defiant.

I love the smell of coffee.

Also, once I got to Georgia I realized the accent change and I thought about something that gets commented on quite a bit in UT. I say yes mam and no sir.

- You don't say yes sir for the person who recieves it. It's for the person who says it. Those who don't understand this southern mannerism assume it's about pride, but it's not that at all. It's actually the opposite: respect and humility.

Here was one of the surprises
(excuse me for looking like crap from traveling all day)