Fairbanks!

Yes, I am in Fairbanks, AK. I'm here visiting my sista who is in college. Right now we, well, my sis, is trying to figure out mom's new phone. Um...Yeah. I really like the radio up here because it's nice. Ha. No really, they have a good Christian station. I'm pretty sure they have a Christian rock station too, because while we were searching channels we came across Thousand Foot Krutch (an awesome band).

So, we left Psg alright but when we got to Juneau we had to wait on the tarmac for at least 20 minutes for some other plane that was coming in. So we were 20 minutes late to Anchorage and we caught our flight just in time. We literally had 7 minutes before they disconnected the loading thing. The weather in Anchorage was really winding so it was a tough and exciting landing, but the pilot did a good job, methinks. (if you don't know, I like mild turbulence, landing, and taking off) Then we had slight turbulence most of the way to Fairbanks and we sat two rows away from a crying baby, but oh well.

If all goes perfect, where's the story? Anyway, because of the delay and our quick catch of the plane out of Anchorage, the bags we had didn't arrive. So we had to go pick them up later. Luckily, everything is accounted for. Right. Well, I don't know when I'll blog next, so...see ya! (not literally) Bye.

Yeah

I was thinking, "Hey, I haven't posted anything for awhile," so I posted this. And now I'll type some freakishly random story. Let's see...

On October 15, 2009 there was a peanut. This particular peanut was in a package on an airplane flying to Anchorage, Alaska. From the plant to the processors to the package and to the plane had been all the peanut's life. He knew he was raised just to feed hungry people on their flight. But on this day it was not so.

As his package was passed to passenger number 38 and ripped open, the door of the airplane failed. Right as he was pulled out of the package between a finely manicured thumb and forefinger, the door popped off and the pressure fell. Passengers screamed and number 38 let go of the peanut, which flew out the door.

He gained speed as he fell toward earth, accelerating at exactly 9.8 m/s*s. When he finally hit the ground, past the canopy of the forest, and into the moist ground, he left a small, a very small, crater. As he laid there on the ground wondering, "What now?", a porcupine came wondering by and ate the peanut. I would go on to explained what happened afterward, but that would just be gross. Needless to say, the peanut ended up back in the earth.

The end.