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On the plane ride to Utah I sat next to a russian guy and he taught me a few things. On the plane to Texas from Utah I made a mormon friend. Once we got to George Bush airport ::gags at the name:: it was sooooooo hot. The first thing I did was make my parents rent video games for me. Later that that night my uncle had a party with his friends who haven't seen me in 6 years. I had 2 1/2 beers and I guess that got to me. On saturday we went to six flags. That was horrible at first. At about 2 it started raining and in Texas the thunderstorms are insane. I loved it. All the texans were huddled in the shops and I was dancing in the rain. On sunday we went to an astros game and I read the whole time. The astros suck. We went shopping on monday and I got alot of stuff but I regret getting the "Don't mess with Texas" shirt and the bright pink capris. Ewwwww. On Tuesday we went to galveston and looked around. On Wednsday we went to a shooting range. I like those. I think I'll get a membership at the one on the island. My dad forgot his camera though so I don't have any pictures from the shooting range. On Thursday we went golfing and then we raced around on the carts. On Friday I literally spent the whole day on my bed playing video games. Then on Saturday we finally got back to Seattle. I was so happy I wanted to run into oncoming traffic. Out of joy, I mean.