So Basically...

All right, so here’s the thing. I am trapped in a car driving to L.A. That’s a nine hour car trip, ladies and gentleman. We started at about 2. It is now 4:50. We are just getting out of Phoenix. 352 miles to Los Angles and I’m already bored. Ah well, makes for interesting stories. Well, maybe not interesting, since all I’ve been doing is playing Yu-Gi-Oh! GX: Spirit Caller (uber fun game, by the way. Portable dueling = win!)


What I really should be doing on this car ride from hell is my homework, but… well, there’s a funny story about that [shifty eyes]. So I was looking at my planner, and I was thinking, “I should probably start practicing from my Memory Map. (Mr. Lewis’s gift to us freshman… X_X ß Dead face.)” Then I just sorta starred at my planner… and starred at it some more… And you could kinda see my enthusiasm meter hitting rock bottom. So I didn’t work on my memory map. And the moral of this story is… I am not very good at motivating myself.

We stopped for lunch a while ago. We went to Chipoltle. I am writing very short sentences. At any rate, it was my vote that decided our destination. The conversation went something like this:

Mom: Well, what do we want? McDonalds? Wendys?

Me: I don’t want fast food. I want Chipoltle.

Dad: And what’s Chipoltle. Slower food?

Me: Yeah. I like my food medium fast.

Welcome to the family.
I suppose you might be wondering what prompted me to go on a cross-country trip in the middle of the school year. Well, it’s my cousin’s Bar Mitzvah. I really wish his birthday wasn’t in the middle of the school year. (Bar Mitzvah = Jewish coming of age ceremony which happens when they turn 13. I’m not sure if I already explained this. You see, I’m writing this without Internet in the middle of nowhere.) Don’t get me wrong, I love my cousin and everything, but I’m not good at the whole “party” thing. Not unless my friends are involved. 250 miles to Los Angeles.
We just stopped at Quartsite and I got ice cream! (Dibs to be exact.) Love that stuff. It’s pure crack, I swear… :D Mint gum was also purchased. And now the sun is setting, which brings an end to all things that don’t have lighted screens. (We’re also in the middle of nowhere again, but then again, when are we not on this trip? By the time we get anywhere interesting, it’ll be dark and I won’t be able to take anymore pictures.) On a totally unrelated note, my soda just spilled in my lap. Not a happy camper… It is 7:30, and I’ll write more later.

We’re in the middle of nowhere and my parents just turned on the radio, to see if anything would come in. Something did. Justin Beiber singing “Baby” did. My automatic response was, “Ack! Turn it off! Turn it off!” They did. And then:

Me: I hate Justin Beiber. And yes, that was a guy.

Mom: Really? It didn’t sound like one.

I think I can honestly become a fan of the page on Facebook entitled, “ ‘Wow, that girl has such a pretty voice.” “That’s Justin Beiber, Mom.” Oh, excuse me. I can “like” it. (I shall not rant about how they took away the option to become a fan of something. I shall not rant about how they took away the option to become a fan of something. [etc])

Beiber Blast! Hah!

Yeah, so that was my day. I didn’t get to L.A. until 12 (midnight) and then I had to get up at 6:45 to go to my cousin’s bar mitzvah. (His name’s Sean, by the way. The older one’s name is Eric. He’s 2 years older than me, Sean’s 2 years younger.) And there you have it. Have a nice life. :D