The Time We Spent.

Man I hate funerals.

My hormonial teenage girl body doesn't take to kindly to all that, see what I'm speakin'? There's only a few good things about funerals: Family, Family, and Family. But then they go back home and you go back home and then your iPod's battery starts runnin' low and you can't find your book that you brought and you always look a mess because you've been cryin' because well, you're a hormonial teenage girl and you phone's always in and out of service and most of your friends are in class anyway and your brother's always ont he computer and so you have to go to the one out in he lobby and so you're not lonely you take your iPod so and that wears the battery down even more and then a song like Napoleon Says by Phoenix comes on and you're all tryin' not to sing and tryin' not to look a fool rockin' out to it, because it is, after all, such a happenin' song. But there's still things to look forward to. Tonight, for insance, my brother and i are trying to persude my parents to take us to The Manhattan. Allow me to tell you the wonders of The Manhattan. When my grandparents had their 50th rememberance of being married, basically the entire family went and ate there. But that, however, is not the special thing about The Manhattan. The special thing abou The Manhattan is their GOBLETS. Big, ol' GOBLETS. When we go there tonight, I shall take pictures. They also used to have these Gaint rocking horses. Sadly though, they are now in one of the shop windows around town square waiting to get new cloth on them, or something of that sort. But anyway. There's a few pros and cons. Or somethin' like that.

65 Miles to St. Louis.

Runnin' down the Road tryin'a loosen my load I got seven...

So at around 65 miles to St. Louis I finished the Road. Finally. Ironic. I was on the road myself. And they both end in death and unhappiness! Well, by that I mean to say that I'm on my way to my Grandpa's funeral. Mmhm. Take It Easy, Don't Let the Sound of Your Own Wheels Make You Crazy. So 10 hours flew by yesterday. Fastest trip to Iowa I've ever taken. I attribute that to the MEMPHIS FLIPPIN' TIGERS! Speaking of he Tigers, my ipod is losing battery fast. and i didn't, for some crazy reason, bring a charger. Bad idea. 5 day trips and dead ipods are NOT compatible. Speaking of not compatible, Me and My Family. I like to go to sleep at around 12:30 and wake up at around 8. I just don't know what else to do with myslef. I'm used to being completely functional by 8. they however, don't care to be awake if they don't have to. Especially my brother who i happen to be sharing a room with. I have to brush my teeth... I AM AWAKE FOR THE FIRST TIME. So I figure that if the rest of my family isn't.. isn't? or aren't? my family isn't. but there are 3 of them. so would it be aren't? um. so if those guys aren't ready by the time I'm done with this I hav every intention of reading in Winter. The story of a German family from the las day of 1899 to some day in 1945. Mel, do you understand how long Clive Wearing is? Quite long. Though not as long as this 571 page Pre to Post World War One to Pre to Post World War Two. He Told Me a Heart Can't Smile If It's Filled With Tears. I feel as if i am taking over this Super 8 Lobby Computer. I feel as though I should get off of it so that other people may enjoy it. But there is no one else, really. No one in Iowa is awake enough at 9:33 in the morning to need the Super 8 Lobby Computer. Save me. Little ol' computer usin' me. Speakin' of me. I pretty much got attacked by the lady that workedthe desk at the First Rest Stop in MO. My Mother and I walked in and BAM that lady was in attack mode. "WHAT STATE YOU LADYS FROM?" "Tennessee." "HOW MANY OF YOU ARE THERE?" I shouted "Four" back and held up my hand to show her. "I ONLY SEE TWO" "The others are already in here," I told her. "WELL OKAY" Now I understand that it is her job to log who comes in and where from, but I'm sure that there's a better way to do that. Like, for instance, when people are NOT on thier way to the bathroom. Why not catch them on their way out, Ma'am? Wouldn't that make more sense? I don't think people really want to talk to you about how many of them there are and where they're from if they've been driving for a while and need to use the facalities, for that is why they're there, not to give you a log of visitors, though I am sure they would have no problem with that later. You Make It Hard To Smile Because You Make It Hard To Breath.

Socialvibe. yeeah

Sprite.

im a Dr. Pepper junkie. theres NOTHING i would rather drink. but whats this? i havent had the slightest sip, sniff, or swallow of that dearest drink in three and a half weeks, i believe. yes. that long. but why, you may ask, would one give up something that they love that much cold turkey, out of the blue, seemingly for no reason? well i couldnt tell you. joke. i can. i suppose you could say that im gearing up for this fast im doing at the end of the month (which you should sponsor, aka give money to, me for.) but that wouldnt be completely correct. actually, its something ive done every year since i got addicted to Dr. Pepper, and i use the term addicted lightly, of course. but for 40 days, and 40 nights, i dont drink it. back in the day when my will power was not all that it is now, i would break my fast of sorts on sundays and drink about as much Dr. Pepper as i could. but thats not me now. and might i mention that ive pretty much given up ALL caffeine, save the occasional coffee? well not to go on and on about me. but anyway. the point is, i dont even know why i do it anymore. i dont really get alot out of it. im just not drinking. its not like im out in the desert, not eating, being straight up tempted by Satan or anything. but i guess that is why i do it. because, i suppose, i never will be out in the Negev that long, and Satan will never appear in bodily form and tell me to turn rocks into bread and things of that sort. so i guess thats why i do it. so ill just sit here, sippin' my Sprite, chillin'