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When Driving Home

When driving home in the rain try NOT to get behind a car that...
*has no brake lights
*is more rust than car and has a killer exhaust that takes 10 years off the ozone every time it is driven
* has a "equal rights for wearwolves" bumper sticker AND Jesus on the Cross covering their entire back window
*that goes 18mph...maybe it goes faster when it's not drizzling

one of THOSE songs....

O.k. so everyone knows (esp. girls) that there's a list of songs that you should listen to when you're going through a personal drama (aka PMS, breakups, being lonely, or just plain feeling sorry for yourself). I became very familiar with this list the year after my college graduation from about June to March. I like to refer to this period as "the Dark Ages". This is where I dyed my hair almost black, layed in bed till about noon and only woke up to lay out or go to work. I moped around missing people and just felt hurt in general.

Now this almost sounds like clinical depression doesn't it? Nope, not quite..it was just my quarterlife crisis mixed in with a little personal drama and the what am I gonna do with my future question. But anyways, during the WORST PERIOD OF MY LIFE EVER...I came up with my sappy song list. This list included
-REM, Everybody Hurts (need I say more?)
-The Killers, Replacable
-Coldplay, Fix You (although this album wasn't released until like June when I was a much happier camper...so I didn't get full moping usage out of this song)
-Dashboard, For You to Notice
and last but not least
-Celene Dion, All by Myslef

and there's my OH GOD, POOR ME LIST! Feel free to use it on a bad day.

If you're on a road trip...get gas, know trucker mouth and speak hillbilly..oh and have AAA and an Ipod!

O.k. so a road trip is a super fun thing. When people hear the word "road trip" they don't go ugh or make a face like they often do when they hear the word um...."dentist" or um..."nickleback". Anyways my point was road trips are fun.

With that, let me some up my previous road trips. I went on a trip to New Hampshire with Marci which resulted in the worst snow storm like ever...we almost died. The following road trip took place over a year later to New Hampshire with Marci again...result, the car broke down on the Mass. Pike and we got towed to some random town in Mass. O.k. so there was a lesson here, don't go on road trips to New Hampshire with Marci.

So I totally move down South and decide to go on a road trip to Charleston with some new Southern friends...result....THE TIRE EXPLODES. This leaves four girls to walk along the side of the highway while scary people pull over to talk to us or just plain honk at us until the sketchy tow truck driver comes. I have sit next him while stradling the big stick...GROSS!

Well my latest road trip was no different. On this road trip Maude and I were driving from South Carolina to Georgia. The trip was going smoothly until I noticed that Maude's gas light was on. "Oh hey Maude, your gas light is on"..."Oh no problem we'll get off at the next exit"....it went just like that. Well as soon as that was said we hit the worst traffic LIKE EVER! While sitting in traffic for two hours without moving an inch..we start to get a little concerned that we might soon run out of gas....hmmm....YOU THINK?! Now we always follow the rules (stop laughing) so you must understand how hard this next part was for us. We then proceeded to drive down the emergency lane past all the other traffic to the next exit. This was smooth sailing until this dumb ass truck was blocking the lane. It was a truck so we then proceed to use our "trucker mouth" (seems logical right). While yelling out the window curse words I didn't even know that knew we make it to the exit. And may I let you know that whilst this was going on I did not lose my sense of humor...while Maude was screaming out the window that she "JUST NEEDED TO GET OFF!!!"...I did find the humor in that and found it in me to laugh.

When we finally exited we then went to the craziest gas station in rural Georgia. It was right out of a scary movie. We got gas while hillbillies whistled at us and said things to us in hillbilly language (which I don't speak). As if that wasn't bad enough we got in line to use the restrooms while some more rural Georgians (who looked like they belonged in a Simpson's episode) told us about some old back road.

GREAT...BACK ROAD IT IS!

So about this back road....we started to think it was a bad idea once it started to resemble Texas Chainsaw Massacre. When we finally saw an old farm house we decided that would be the one that we would run to once the phsyco murderer somehow gave us a flat tire and chased after us. Of course me being the good friend decided I would be the one to run all the way for help if Maude just let herself get caught to distract him. Of course she didn't know this at the time but she prolly does now. Welcome Maude.

But at last I am writing this blog meaning that we didn't die on the back roads of Georgia. We lived to tell about it...thus I am telling the story.

And While I'm At It....

*HUGZ*TO THE ELMIRA CREW

P.S. I Hope You All Had a Friggen' Wonderful New Years

3 Cheers for Recovering My Blog!

O.k. so I know I havn't updated my blog since Halloween...that's because I went through this stage where I decided I was too cool for a blog. However, everyone is entitled to be shallow and change their mind. For example, when I was highschool I made the statement that I would never be caught wearing capris (who would buy pants that were too short on them?!).

For a long while I feared that you would all be deprived of my blog for like ever and ever. This is because when I tried to sign in I realized I had not only forgetten my username but also my password...luckily for you (the reader..aka like 8 of my friends) I discovered this button on the bottom of the page that said they could email you your long lost blog information...this only took me an hour to see that (i'm both blind and forgetful).

Anyways...yay for the blog being back...it's like discovering $5 in your pocket isn't it.

Happy Halloween....no, I'm not supposed to be a whore!

Wanted

* a red lacoste polo (to go with my pink and white one to wear with my jean skirt)
*free plane tickets for everyone that matters to me
*an opportunity to go to a Coldplay concert
*my parents to visit and to bring Avery
*time on the beach
*vacaton....not to anywhere in particular...just to have days off
*an oompa loompa
* to have the ability to travel back in time and fix everything even if it was only going back a year
*to backpack Europe with my Elmira Crew (hell that would be one crazy trip)
*to go with my free plane tickets..... (a vistor to come vist me every other week)
*to get rid of my trust issues
* an FCUK/J. Crew/Banana Republic/Guess/Urban Outfitters/Anthropology shopping spree
* a boy that always wore man perfume and stinks pretty 24/7
* and a goose that lays golden eggs

that would make me happy for now