2200 hours LAX time. Doing squats in the back where the flight attendants hang out. They must think I'm weird, but I'm not getting too many looks. John would love this. So many Russian ppl around. A mother is holding her plump baby and talking to who I assume is her mother. My headphone jack is messed up, so I really have to baby the headphones in order for the sound to come out of both sides. There are two blazing Russian flight attendants. Pretty tall. Not super friendly. They understand most of my English. But I'm not as afraid of the language barrier now. If we can't speak, we smile. There are a LOT of movies on the flight. All on demand. It's nice. I've watched two and there's been set scenes in both. Everyone looking at my screen must think I'm a perv. The ladies said "UCLA" and I smiled and said "UCLA!" and they looked over and smiled yes, but didn't want to talk. Oh well, could have shown them my student ID.

0:00 hours LAX. They turned back on the cabin lights because the sun is up. It's weird. They had it dark for a while, but it wasn't during a deep part of the LAX night. Oh, it seems now they've dimmed the lights again. This is probably pretty trivial information. Either way, this flight is pretty chill. Dan told me not to get Taken or he'd have to come find me, and I just watched the movie for the first time. It was fun. We've been flying for 7 hours and have 5 left, not bad!

I don't know what time it is. I didn't really sleep. The flight was way faster than I thought because there were so many movies. I met a Canadian guy who told me about hotelstonight.com and we got a beer and now I'm buzzed because I didn't sleep, I think. He was cool, he lives in Montreal but does small time acting. He said his scene got cut from Matt Damon's new movie Elysium. He told me a crazy story about staying in New York and doing "ice" with an Australian sex addict who had his crotch on his leg while he cut his hair.