sam, unable to figure out how he wants to travel blog?

here is some stuff:

i flew on some planes and now sit in this magic house in china. i am gone for awhile. unsure of how i feel about it. i told some people i was nervous about it towards the end, but i do not know why. i am was not nervous. there is a reason for this and it all has to do with my way of thinking, observe:

traveling alone seems more difficult and confusing than it actually is.

i was on a little plane and then a big one

why are these people standing in a line? they call out seats and besides the seats are assigned. guess ill watch them pretend it serves a purpose.

first class should be in the back of the plane so that when they are given priority to get off first they have to rub it in the faces of the commoners.

what is that guy doing? o he is eating an apple. wait. hes spitting bits of each bite into the little barfie bag. why?

why cant i ask for things?

yay free beer on 14 hour flights!

ooo the plane has purple rain on its goofy seat entertainer. i guess ill listen to it more then a lot of times and ejaculate on the seat entertainers face. thanks prince.

i never think of people i know, unless i try. confused why i try? does it change anything or have any significance?

my last trip to duluth was weirrrrrddddddddd.

i am a whore.

so when you board planes there is the person or persons who take your ticket and points. i wonder how chaotic it would be without them. what!? i have to count and consider what letter belongs to which seat?! mutiny! its all about time i guess. airports are like clocks. precise. without the magical guides people would ruin the clock. cause they are dumb.

airports are weird. you are mostly trapped. and their means of distraction is a bunch of expensive shit. expensive shit because you have no other choice. boost the prices for the prisoners!!! genius business plan.

women women women everywhere. o ya i am a pussy. guess i will just look once or twice and hope for eye contact and the potential of sharing a smile.

people are loony in airports and for good reason: watch prisons are hard to be in. too many parts relying on each other and too many people feeling like they are integral. i just go and watch it all fly around me. last on and last off. zoom zoom zoom.the clock is bigger than most people care to think.

i read the BFG a few times. this makes everything easier and more pleasant. thanks for imagination and beautiful simplicity.

this is my layover: eat bacon burger, watch people. walk all around my cage and familiarize myself with its entirety, surprisingly spacious, think about smashing through the window and running into the heart of toronto, do easy crosswords that are hard for me, find my favorite bathroom, poop in it, watch a pointless line and get on a plane. o ya. that reminds me. this security person stopped me and asked me if i had forgotten to declare 10,000$ i said i have 22$ we laughed and smiled, she was pretty.

joined the mile high club with my hand. felt lonely and pathetic!!!!