Day two

945a: Note to self- Never sleep in a chair, regardless of how comfy it is at first.

Woke up half an hour ago. It's good to know that it only takes 1/2 hour to take a shower, get dressed, do my hair, do my makeup, and brush my teeth. And that's with my mom and stepsisters going in and out of the bathroom. I had to sleep in a chair. Not terribly bad, not tremendously good either. My hair is already dry. Yay. We're watching boxing on T.V. Reminds me of the time that I stayed over at Nessa's. We watched this: two guys beating the shit out of each other.

On a more serious note, I just found out that my brother does have to go to Iraq. I can't believe it. I mean, I knew he'd have to go. I just didn't think it'd be so soon. I didn't want to acknowledge it.

1150a: Ha. Just stopped at Bob Evan's to get some breakfast and before we even got a fucking parking spot, Ashley leaned over and whispered "Jesus take the wheel". I was confused so she pointed and I looked. There was a man who looked exactly like depictions of Jesus driving an old beatup red car. 

1255p: On the road again, can't wait to get on the road again. Sorry Shrek moment. Meg and Ash are officially at their gramma's and we're officially on the road again. I got to check a few of my MySpace messages. I had about 15/20 of them. Okay just passed a sign that read "Lick Creek Road". Again, WTF is up with the names?!?! 

I weighed myself. 120 lbs. =[[ Too much.

350p: Kentucky. Again. We'll be home in about 3 hours, 10 minutes, fifty-three seconds...5251504948474645444342..

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141312111009080706050403020100 9 minutes.

Can't wait to get home. Why? Then maybe my handwriting will be legible again. HAHA lmao.

418p: Back in Indiana. Right now it's  "balls to the wall" as Dad says.I just want out of this fucking car! My knees hurt, my ass hurts, my cheeks and eyes hurt from my hair hitting them, my HAIR hurts. Yes I know. I like to bitch. It's fun.

504p: We just stopped at a rest stop so that Dad could stretch [he's too tall for Mom's car]. My aunt Tammy called and ased if I was still gonna model for my cousin Cieara. Cieara is in cosmotology school, and I promised her I'd allow her to mess with my hair for a test.  That and she [Cieara] wants me to go to a show for her boyfriend and his band. Hopefully they're good. If not I'm fucked. lmao.

604p: People really need to learn to have consideration. That or else learn to drive. Either way.

620p: Be glad I'm still alive. A fucking dumbass semi driver thought it'd be fucking smart to fucking pull in front of us with us only being a few feet behind his fucking trailer thingy. We almost ran into his trailer thingy because he's a brilliant fucking genius. [Note sarcasm dripping from voice]. Fucking idiots. I fucking swear to whoever the fuck you wanna believe in: LEARN TO FUCKING DRIVE OR GET OFF THE FUCKING ROADS.

700p: Home. Thanks to whoever you wanna believe in. I'mma call Caleb soon. Maybe Chelsea too.

733p: On the phone with Caleb. So glad I'm home.

I LOVE MY ROOM.