my morning so far

3:55am: the shrill of my cell phone alarm wakes me up. i think i could pretty much murder the person that invented 6am flights.
3:57am: my alarm is still going off. one- i can't find it, it must be buried under my pillows somewhere. two- it would take too much effort to try and find it so i'll just tune it out until it stops.
4:05am: second alarm goes off. maybe i should get out of bed right now.
4:09am: dad comes in. okay okay i'm up now.
4:13am: finally get out of bed. this sucks. i get dressed and brush my teeth. two most important things that needed to be done when leaving the house. eh, i'll even go one more and put in my contacts.
4:25am: off to the airport. freezing in the backseat. basically dying of hypothermia. why? the ac is on. even though it is only 50 degrees outside.
4:40am: say goodbye to mom and dad. all ready to leave but... i'm stuck in my stinking spot. a red volvo station wagon has blocked my left exit and a silver beamer, "Ali 23" it says on the license plate, is PARKED in front of me, the owner nowhere to be found.
4:48am: still stuck. still pissed. am about to run down Ali 23.
4:52am: finally the red volvo moves, after the polite asking of my dad to get the heck out of the way. as i'm trying to leave, a red bronco pulls right into where the volvo was. Ali 23 is still parked with their hazards on but no driver. seriously, i hate portland.
4:53am: i'm out. thank the lord. i call my dad to apologize- i yelled at him, and ask if Ali 23 comes back to pass on the message that the PDX drop off lane, IS NOT A FREAKING PARKING LOT.

i'm done for the day. i'm going back to bed.