Only twice omg and lol. I started flying (alone!) when I was 17 and have lost count how many times I've flown since. Most, however, were before 9/11 made it such a misery. In fact, I flew to Florida the weekend BEFORE that happened, and then to New Orleans in April of 2002, when it wasn't yet as bad as it is now (flying). I don't mind the actual flying; it's the claustrophobia that gets me. Knowing that I'm trapped in something with all those people and No Exit terrifies me. I always have to know where the exits are but when you're 8 miles high or 30,000 feet or whatever it is, there's no way out. That said, I'd far prefer to fly than drive; safer statistically and way faster than driving which makes my spine feel like it's in hell.
I could use a new book bag; I'm currently using one that's too small and says Neiman Marcus all over it. It was my mother's and no idea where she got it; she never set foot in Neiman Marcus in her life. She ordered her clothes from catalogues that specialised in pastel polyester lol.
I dislike wearing shirts with graphics because they call attention to my chest. Nature thought it was a joke to put a full cup on a 105 lb frame. So even my round-the-house shirts are plain--and tend to be boys size large that I pick up at thrift stores--so comfy! I will have to look for a new(er) book bag now that shopping restrictions are being lifted.