Youthful Life: X

Being a teenager is all about hanging out in that little mind-boggling thing called reality. I don't know about you but there are many times where I just zone out and think "is this real life" (David After Dentist style). Usually when I'm in the shower, or after watching an endearing movie or TV show (as in all of them). I get sucked in and find it hard to escape the story that I just mentally partook in. Now that we've all returned from Thanksgiving Break, college is back on and it's been a shock to system (Static Shock). Classes are ending, finals are around the corner and it's all back to reality. Let me bring you up to speed on the whirlwind that is my life right now. Saturday afternoon, I get in the car with my second oldest brother, Eugene, and all of a sudden we've crossed the Ohio River, and we're at the CVG (Greater Cincinnati Airport). I close my eyes for like two seconds on the car ride, past Kings Island (our amusement park), Kenwoo...

Being a teenager is all about those crazy stories that you have to hear to believe. It's another one of everyone's favorite blog posts, more airplane travelling stories from yours truly. Read up on my hilarious prior airport experiences with the Jet Set - Airborne - Up, Up & Away and get ready for more airline mishaps and truly teenage moments. Now boarding for your one way ticket to mile high club chaos. This is the true story a single teenager, picked to live in an airport, and have his life blogged and find out what happens when people stop being polite and start getting real, the real world, airport terminal. We're going sky high. Friday morning was just out of control from the get go. If I could do a confessional I'd most deff have a shat ton to say. It all starts at 6:30am when Krabby Patty has to get up and register for classes. Soon everyone, as in Cullen, Jandro, and Sam are all in our room trying to add some extra classes. You know the syste...

Being a teenager means that sometimes you're going to have to board an airplane. Let me tell you, it's always a funny experience being airborne. The process just to get their is literally hilarious. Last time I was at the airport, I was connecting for my flight from Cleveland to Dayton, Ohio. So I get off the airplane, wielding my carry on bag like it was literally a sword, cutting through the crowd and making my way to the next terminal. I see rude business men sporting their first class rights like nobody's business, disoriented mothers running a muck searching for their children, and alone teenager like me, pretty much hanging out like it's no thing. I think all our flights are boarding, get ready to take off, and indulge in airplane horror stories with the jet set. To get to the next departure there was this underground tunnel type thingy, and you can either walk or sort of sprint in the moving sidewalk escalator contraptions. I was under the misconception that j...