"So you are telling me, you think the flies flew in from UIC??"

I love that quote. And it has nothing to do with this entry. It just makes me laugh.

I just got to Elmhurst. I'm so sick of traveling. Who would have thought that is even possible?? Thankfully, I'm a pro traveler. I know the ins and outs of the airports, I know what to expect in the security lines, I'm never the person saying, "We have to take off our shoes???" Or "Oh, we can't carry on liquids?!" For some reason these types of travelers annoy the heck out of me. Be prepared people. Don't wait until the last minute to start pulling out liquids from your bag! Don't put your boarding pass through the security scanner, you obviously need it to clear security. Clearly, I am easily aggravated at airports. The one thing I do like about traveling is having an airport routine. I wear the same outfit every time I travel. I have no idea why I have an "airport outfit" but it works for me. Green sweatpants, purple shirt, and flipflops. Totally unmatching and ridiculously sloppy, but it's cozy. I hate when people get dressed up to fly. I understand businessmen/women, but the girl in front of me wearing 3 inch heels, super tight jeans and a sparkly shirt?? Are you kidding me? Another part of my airport routine is very specific. I must go buy and US Weekly and Self magazine along with a water. Then I proceed to Burger King for a tendercrisp sandwich (lately I am always flying out of Gate E) if there is no BK, I settle for McDonalds. Anyway, I must do things in this order. When I flew with Andy to Mexico, he was totally discombobulating my schedule. He wanted to get food first, but it's a hassle carrying food into the magazine shop, it just doesn't work as well! He also likes to walk reallllllllllly slow, and I just can't have that. I like things done my way. Obviously. Anyway, after this trip I seriously am not doing any major traveling for a while! Seriously this time. Between Florida, and my IL trip for my dad's birthday, and Mexico, and now this....it's just a littttttle too much. People at work I swear must think I sell drugs on the side to afford all of these little vacations.

I'm off to workout. The cupboards are filled with cheetos and their is a fresh case of Mountain Dew in the fridge... It's gonna be a rough fight these next couple days, and I'm pretty sure I don't have the willpower to win.