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Aaand we are about to take off. ''Flight attendants prepare for take off" As in; "Prepare to get your stomach yanked clear up to your nostrils and wow I think this guy is trying to communicate with those sheep!...? yeah, mmm i heard something...so..we're going..going....still going... UP. How ironic, i didn't have to pull my stomach out of my nostrils after all. Wonders never cease. No I'm not afraid of heights...just afraid of falling. Turns out boys and girls that Shayla is already in this Journal a rude person. Well now lets refrain from keeping that title. why is your head like that freak? Just kidding. wow I (this is weird, really very much) am failing at this no being-rude business. How straaange. down below looks like a checker-board. Too bad I'm not an ogre. A'cuz then i could play checkerrrs. yeah i'm not sure what this altitude is doing to my brain, but i have an idea that it's not good and EARS, Please refrain from popping thank you.
I'm sorry but your ears are not able to talk back. actually I don't know why I said I'm sorry like thats a negative thing because really I'm sure you'd freak out if your ears decided to speak. oh so now they can make decisions huh? how about shush.
note to my self: