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IanAlexander

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Journals - Cross-eyed in pending doom of a flight to New Orleans and th

e tales that await

The library of my current college is slightly filled with studious 20-somethings and I think one homeless man who has been surfing the net for the last hour, maybe more.

Tomarrow morning at 6pm my flight for Louis Armstrong International leaves from this cozy mountain town. The planes that depart from here are both nauseating and terrifying. Well, perhaps not nauseating but certainly god-damn terrifying. They look like the old WWII bombers with the two propellers and the single isle; come to think of it, the only thing segregating them from the old war machines is probably a little army green, I mean christ, the seats have ashtrays.

Two hours ago I took a couple of high powered pain killers because my back was killing me, and then again a couple of minutes ago just for the hell of it. If my mood continues I will find myself high and taking a test in one of my professor's offices in about 45 minutes. Things are feeling pretty good, I'm just a little unsure about what the dynamics will be like. The Canadian Dr. of psychology was kind enough to squeeze me into an office hour slot in light of my travel, I hope not to freak him out by falling asleep or asking questions about what medical school was like for him and why he dropped out.

But I suppose I'm back at this New Orleans thing. A 6am flight will certainly inspire that I get to the airport by five at least. Maybe I'll take a couple of Valium and sleep through the damn thing, the planes are so fucking loud I don't know that the meds would do the trick. All I recall last time I sat in one of those contraptions was trying to get to sleep so that I wouldn't be awake when the god-damn thing fell apart and killed us all. If I happen to make it through the first flight I'll be mighty relieved. I'm sure that Chicago's planes will be larger and slightly newer than the Wright-brother machines they push-launch from this place.

Luckily awaiting my arrival in Louisianna will be a large eccentric old roomate of my brother's named Jeff, who has an apparent love for hydrocodone and a thirst that cannot be quenched. What awaits us all in New Orleans is a fancy hotel in the French Quarter and three days of drunken madness that I hope will grant enough conscious thought for me to write. I'll need to pick up a sturdy notebook and tons of pens. In packing I have included enough music to keep me distracted through the flight, as well as a number of prescription meds to keep me interested in the music, and some extra socks, so I don't tread water without dry feet.

Until then I will prepare for this strange sort of exam, and by Tuesday I will attempt to paraphrase what is to come and what surely is to be forgotten.

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I am a musician who enjoys most things, especially interesting and unique people. I will be attending Berklee in the Fall of 2009 and until then I work with troubled youth.

I feel like a crazy person most of the time, and I have a healthy obsession with honest relationships and friends.

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Angie
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Hello and welcome to Alberta Stars, IanAlexander ;)