so greetings from a faraway land...

(note: this was written at the hotel i was staying at 2 nights ago but my internet couldn't publish it so i just saved it...i'm now safe back at the fort all in one piece and able to post it now...)

So can i just start by saying sorry to hovis...that really sucks about your car accident...i know how that is...oh lord do i know how that is....and secondly i just like to warn everyone to be really safe when driving cuase bad things come in threes...so heres whats been going on with me over the last couple of days...

so spring break right? not a time to being sitting alone in your dorm room bored out of your mind right? especially after a really tough semester...so my roommate and i decide to drive her friend mike to california...why not right? thats what college is for...do stupid shit...go crazy places...so we we start driving at 3pm on saturday...i bought a video camera to document the trip...we bought like $50 in food...and we were on our way....

so hannah drives for like 4 hours...i drive for like 6 hours and hannah drives for another 6 hours...now we drove through utah and nevada and colorado and a tip of arizona...we only encounter a couple snow storms, a couple of dust storms, a monsoon, and a wicked herd of elk that jumped out of no where and we almost died...so we end up in las vegas at like 6am...now we don't really want to spring for a hotel so we sleep in a really sketch thrift store parking lot in the back of my car...we wake up and clean up and go down to the strip...walk most of it (like 20 miles) and take a nap...so we go back down to the strip and we're walkin around and realize that its lame cause we aren't 21 and we aren't rich and we aren't drunk...so we go back to the car and attempt to solve one of those problems...mike drinks about 3/4 of a liter of burbon and hannah falls asleep cause shes really tired from driving all night..so we get kicked out of like 3 parking lots and get the cops called on us and we decide that vegas is lame anyway so we might as well leave...well i decided that cause mike was intoxicated and hannah was asleep i would just start driving...i end up driving all night getting into san diego at nearly 7am (12 hour drive)...we end up sleeping in a target parking lot...at like 10am i call my friend erick up who lives north of san diego...we go to his house and he takes us surfing...we try that for a few hours and go back to his house to shower and play video games with his brothers...we go out and get some legit mexican food...from the illegals...you know its good if its made with the grease from an illegal immigrant's kitchen...so we walk out on a pier and we stare at the sunset from a gorgeous beach and i think hell damn how can a vacation get any better than this?

so we leave san diego this morning after sleepin at erick's...we drive down to TJ mexico turn around and come back...we drive through LA during rush hour...drive past that one beach in the yellowcard song...through long beach...malibu...hollywood...all that jazz...amazingness...couldn't get any better...so we leave LA and head up to san fransciso...we get like 2 and a half hours out...just outside of bakersfield...

so hannah put in one of her cds and that one vitamen c song came on from like 7th grade and it was all kinds of funny cause mike (this hard core punk metal screamo kid) was singing along very loud and knew all the words...so we whip out the camera and hannah is filming and i'm laughing...so i'm passing a semi on the left and i get a little close...so i swerve a little and my car fish tails...which wouldn't have been all that bad except it fishtails into the semi taking with it all of the siding on the passenger side of the car...shattering the window...ripping the car doors a part...and taking the side view mirror...so my car spins out and we twist around a few half dozen times...and end up in the median...exchange info...my car still runs luckily enough...i changed my front tire cause it was about to pop so now i have a spare tire on it...and i'm sitting in a nasty motel stealing the wifi from the best western across the street in this dinky little town...mike and i are suffering from a bit of whip lash but other than that everyone is okay...we'll get a new tire tomarrow in the next town...i had to tape up my side mirror with duck tape and trash bags...funny how shitty it looks when i made prom dresses out of both...but yea...so don't tell my rents about any of this cause well..they don't know i'm out here and i'm going to wait til i get back to the fort before i confess any of this to them...but yea...so we're all alright and right now we are hangin out watching richie rich in a sketchy ass motel room drinkin burbon...tryin to forget the night and get rid of the whiplash...i'll let you all know when i get back to the fort...safe driving!!

(ps: i got a new tire which cost me like a hundred dollars..we drove 27 hours straight back to the fort cause we figured we were pushing our luck as it was...got a little cold in the snow of nevada seeing as we didn't have a window and half a door...but alas we are alive and well...i even called my dad who was a little pissed but saw no reason to get really mad seeing as he's 1,000 miles away and can't do shit about it right now...i'm proud of him for not flipping...course he can't see my car -picture to come- so that probably has something to do with it...anyway...again...please be safe when driving around!!)