Dutch girl in the USA, visiting her boyfriend

Hi monkeykids,

Yesterday I arrived in the USA. So I am not raped or killed.

The (Arkefly) flight was like expected: shit. Though it could be worser I guess.

From the moment on I was in human company, I was waiting with a herd full of people in the waiting room. This was after the luggage scan. Of course I sat next to a man who smelled terrible and a woman who was breathing very loud. How come this always happens to me? This was also the first journey where I was very intimate touched after the body scan. They probably thought I was hiding a tommy gun in my bra.

In the airplane I was sitting in the row in the middle. So it was hard to catch some sleep with nothing to put my head against plus everyone passing by bumping into me.
Behind me was of course a f**** kid planting it's feet in my back. In front of me was a guy who tried to put his chair as much backwards as possible. But he was quickly gone.

On my left was a girl, about 12 years old I think, asking her dad stupid questions, till the moment they started to watch movies and bad soaps on the little screen. Of course she had to complain about the price first.
At my right a gigantic, fat guy and his slim, beautiful girlfriend were sitting, glazing at me whole time.
The kid behind me decided to change seats after many hours with someone, who of course had to vomit.

The airplane food looked better as the food served on an other trip. Although the fruit mousse was just a stiff fruit quark and the carrots salad looked like vomit. I did not touch that one.
After I finished my meal my stomach started to complain and it still is. So I think I am poisoned afterall.

As I arrived I had to fill in a form. I had to write down where I stay, if I brought food along etc. Since I had chocolate bonbons with me and there was a bit left over from the flight, I could walk an extra round. Over there I could answer exactly the same questions.

I couldn't help notice how many foreigners are working on an USA airport. It was also a foreigner who interviewed me. Nine out of ten questions I was not able to understand his bad English.
It was also very rude he kept talking in his own language with his mates or as they passed by to ask him something. It looks like an alien gang to me.

Yesterday it was humid and warm outside, but we stayed in and mainly played games with the Nintendo 64. Later on we watched Family Guy, followed by a weird cartoon inspired by a hard drugs named “The Point”. What a shit. By the way, the Nintendo 64 doesn't look great on a big tv screen, the graphics were terrible.

Today we will have a look at a game store where they sell used games. I don't expect to find something useful, but D. wants a new Nintendo since his old one is broke. He also wants to buy us something at the supermarket.

This was my lifestory. Thanks for your attention.
Greetings from me