Back in Town
So yes, after my 31 day advent to seemingly every town in the american west(and midwest) I've arrived safely back in the queen city all disoriented and jet-lagged and all that jazz.
So essentially, I flew to Las Vegas, went to my mother's boyfriend's ranch in New Mexico(which is ironically right next to Roswell and the ON the initial site the aliens supposedly landed), flew to some shithole camping site in Tomah, Wisconsin via Milwaukee, flew BACK to albuquerque, back to the ranch, to denver, colorado, then 15 and a half hours to LA, to every adjoining city in LA county,then to Tijuana Mexico, back to LA, and back here. That's a brief synopsis I suppose.
And, of course in a cruel twist of fate from my careless asshole friends, my mother discovered Josh's bong that was somewhere in this house the entire time we were gone.
(I told the motherfuckers to not smoke in the house by virtue of common sense.)
But oddly enough, my mother has brought it up minimally, and hasn't been in some twisted rage. Guess she's smart enough not to alienate me the last two weeks I live in this house.
And I was happy to find my AP scores for some odd reason on which I received a 5 on my Psychology one. I wasn't excited because of the grade. I was excited because I can completely kill a test with less-than-minimal effort. Maybe it's a flaw in the system...or something.
I'm overjoyed to be back and anxious to see that crazy chica Jerrica, my significant other I haven't seen in 31 days, and on Sunday I believe we're doing something if she gets her act together...haha. I love her to death though, I really do. It's interesting we still held interest in each other considering we knew each other on a personal basis for 4 days, then I leave for a month +, talk often on the phone with expressions of longing, and we're still together despite the odd predicaments at hand. I've almost forgotten what she looks like, it's killing me.
If anyone wants to see some uber-documented pictures of the vacation then say so. This is all for now, really. Keep on keeping on.
So essentially, I flew to Las Vegas, went to my mother's boyfriend's ranch in New Mexico(which is ironically right next to Roswell and the ON the initial site the aliens supposedly landed), flew to some shithole camping site in Tomah, Wisconsin via Milwaukee, flew BACK to albuquerque, back to the ranch, to denver, colorado, then 15 and a half hours to LA, to every adjoining city in LA county,then to Tijuana Mexico, back to LA, and back here. That's a brief synopsis I suppose.
And, of course in a cruel twist of fate from my careless asshole friends, my mother discovered Josh's bong that was somewhere in this house the entire time we were gone.
(I told the motherfuckers to not smoke in the house by virtue of common sense.)
But oddly enough, my mother has brought it up minimally, and hasn't been in some twisted rage. Guess she's smart enough not to alienate me the last two weeks I live in this house.
And I was happy to find my AP scores for some odd reason on which I received a 5 on my Psychology one. I wasn't excited because of the grade. I was excited because I can completely kill a test with less-than-minimal effort. Maybe it's a flaw in the system...or something.
I'm overjoyed to be back and anxious to see that crazy chica Jerrica, my significant other I haven't seen in 31 days, and on Sunday I believe we're doing something if she gets her act together...haha. I love her to death though, I really do. It's interesting we still held interest in each other considering we knew each other on a personal basis for 4 days, then I leave for a month +, talk often on the phone with expressions of longing, and we're still together despite the odd predicaments at hand. I've almost forgotten what she looks like, it's killing me.
If anyone wants to see some uber-documented pictures of the vacation then say so. This is all for now, really. Keep on keeping on.