That's SO Sinéad: NYC pt. 1
There's nothing more annoying in the entire world than Los Angeles International Airport (the DMV trails very closely behind). There are always 5 billion people in line for 'departures,' nobody knows how to drive, and every time I'm at LAX, I find myself sweatier than usual. The airport brings out the worst in me. For the most part, I'm a problem solver. I don't pride myself on being the most independent young woman you'll ever meet, but I AM smart enough to get where I need to go- and I go a lot of places every week. LAX makes me stupider. I could feel myself making this completely hopeless facial expression even though there are signs posted everywhere. At LAX, I can't read. I had only been inside the terminal for about a minute when 2 security guards asked if I needed help. "Yes, please. I have no idea where I'm going." The airport smells today. It's packed. The line for the nearest cafe is at least 30 people long. My plane is already boarding. I don't exist without coffee so I rushed to the Hudson's. I almost broke the glass bottled coffee when I went to pay. I'm terribly clumsy. My reaction was ridiculous and the woman behind the counter told me I looked as if my life flashed before my eyes. It did. She was sweet, and I felt really bad that she was working in a shop that kinda smelled like a giant fart. Take-off was surprisingly easy. I usually have an anxiety attack every time I take off, but I didn't even flinch. I think I was too tired to care. I am now completely perplexed as to how something so terrifying didn't bother me AT ALL. My paralyzing anxiety of flying might not even be real. In fact, I'm pretty sure I'm just completely and ridiculously over-dramatic. Surprise, surprise- I know. I don't understand how people can sleep on airplanes. I'm exhausted but I can't even try to convince myself that I'm comfortable enough to sleep. Every person in my row was asleep before we we even took off, with the exception of the girl across the aisle who literally ate a 7 course breakfast. Get it, girl. When the woman right next to me fell asleep, she did so with her face pointed directly at me, so now I'm too afraid look to my left. But that's OK because this flight is equipped with individual TV's and an incredible selection of newly released movies. I'm watching Age of Ultron. Apparently, that's not illegal. Do you guyz know my boyfriend, Chris Evans? He's in this movie. FYI. By the time I post this, I will be in New Jersey. From Newark Airport, I'll board an Air Train and head to Manhattan. Tomorrow I'm sitting down with Ryan Reynolds to get the inside scoop on his new movie, Self/Less. Synopsis: In this provocative psychological science fiction thriller, an extremely wealthy man (Academy Award winner Ben Kingsley) dying from cancer undergoes a radical medical procedure that transfers his consciousness into the body of a healthy young man (Ryan Reynolds). But all is not as it seems when he starts to uncover the mystery of the body’s origin and the secret organization that will kill to protect its cause. Dun dun dun. Okay, Avengers is getting to the good part so I gotta go. Talk to you in NYC. That's SO Sinéad